The overhanging cliffs shrouded by mist seem to fade away. It is like a dream of our vague world. Wherever I go there is earth. Birds, birds, and more birds. Where do they come from, and to where do they fly? There are no fences here, nor are there roads. The living things that appear before my eyes are the links in an endless chain of life. A tree that becomes a way of life itself. Where is this world, and where does it begin?
