1. IN THE BEGINNING

A vast desert landscape.

The sky is foggy, and the features of the place fade into a blur in every direction, making it seem without limits.

A young man slowly emerges from the distance, walking barefoot across the sand.

He wears an orange robe and carries a staff in his right hand.

His face seems old. His head is shaven. His gaze clear.

The young man comes to a halt, raises his staff, and parts his lips.

A slow, strong tone builds up from deep within his lungs, resonates through his throat, and spreads out across the landscape.

As the sound grows louder, the grains of sand begin to move, and rise up into the air.

Gradually, different formations emerge in the air around him.

The shapes flicker in and out of form, then begin to glow in colorful patterns as his voice raises to an unbelievable strength.

And then everything snaps into existence.

As I’m walking through the city today, I have forgotten all of the above.