And.
This endless oceanic river is still steaming, cracks opening up one after another, spewing countless scintillating lights from within.
The river is boundless, its source unknown, and its destination equally mysterious,
"Boom, boom, boom..."
The roiling tide, filled with unnameable chants, pierces through the bounds of time and space, striking deep into everyone's soul, conveying endless age and change that involuntarily evokes a sense of awe.
It seems both a beginning and an end, both life and death.
What is clearly just a river somehow makes one feel an unprecedented sense of vicissitude flowing within it.
Birth, aging, sickness, and death, prosperity and decline, are all contained within it.
On the water's surface, ripples layer upon layer, each wave seemingly representing the birth and destruction of a world.
And, this endless oceanic river is still steaming, shrouded in overwhelming mist, its details no longer discernible.
