Gazing upon the skies, I saw a cloudless blue sky above me, with the sun sitting at its zenith Wind blew by, hot enough to cause one's mouth to dry. All around me was a half desert, where large rock formations rose apart each other creating a natural maze where the only wind could blow through and cross.
The ground was a mix of dirt and sand, rocks and pebbles aplenty. Where few types of the most stubborn grass grew, not caring for the heat or the poor conditions of life in this desert.
And far in the distance, I could see him, a man with a club over his shoulder that could easily match his own size. Wrath, rage, and undulated fury emanating from him like a visible aura of danger.
With each step the man took, he crossed distances that shouldn't be possible to cross with a single step.
This was a reminder of the first time I came to this world, when I saw one of the cultivators for the first time, walking and folding space as they walked.
