The red sun rises in the east, chaotic clouds pass by swiftly.
The Donau Wasteland where the alfalfa flowers bloom spreads like a transparent gem, flowing purple under the midsummer sun.
Fluffy dandelions twirl in the wind, accumulating into thick clouds, swaying with the airflow across the sky, drifting to the distance.
Above this wild and vibrant green field, the steaming Zeppelin Aircraft and the Phantom Beast flapping its fleshy wings were poised for battle; the Summer Palace guards' keen eyes tightly locked onto the junction between the Primitive Ancient Origin and the Southern Cross Star Forest not far away.
This endless green forest line sharpens every gaze to a gleaming brightness.
In the swaying world, a peculiar tranquility, the towering ancient trees like aged giants, squeezed out thunderous roars amidst slow swaying and twisting.
