The endless starry sky resembled a curtain, indistinguishable from the starry sky as seen from the ground, but from a 'space' perspective, it carried an indescribable strangeness and eeriness.
A style akin to an abstract ink painting came forward, as if countless eyes were watching secretly.
It was in this peculiarly styled suborbital region, almost on the edge of the World Fragment Barrier, that a small floating island about an acre in size was drifting at the world's sky's edge.
An elderly man with stern features and black hair was meditating cross-legged on the sparse lawn.
He wore simple gray-white coarse clothes, and the floating island appeared very modest, without even a shed.
It seemed a certain time had come; he slowly opened his eyes and exhaled.
