The sound of waves echoed by the seaside.
Four hundred years ago and four hundred years later, there seemed to be no difference.
The sun, the stars, the tides, the sound of the wind had been the same for thousands of years, never changing, or perhaps they had changed from the very beginning, only that human life and history were too brief to notice.
"Lately, I've actually been thinking sometimes."
On the deck of the speedboat, a bearded old man sitting in a folding chair, looking at the moon reflected in the sea, suddenly began to speak, "If the predecessors hadn't done so much, if the construction of the Heavenly Origin Tower had been successful, confining the Superior within a cage of order, had really hit the jackpot, I wonder if the world would be a better place than it is now."
"Are you going mad again?"