On a wide ocean, upon a bone dragon covered by a thick scent of death, sat a young man looking at the world in front of him with indifferent eyes.
He seemed to be deep in thought as he was gazing at the endless sky with a serious face.
'What is life?'
Known people say that when a man has nothing to do he often thinks some things beyond his knowledge and capabilities.
'Why is life like this? why are we all trying this hard to live'
Perhaps they were true since even a dumb man was thinking something like this.
'Where will we go after death? to hell or to heaven? then why was 'Ares' still here?'
He reminded of Ares who still hasn't woken up from the time he has been knocked out and peacefully taking a nap in his soul storage.
'And why the fuc* am I thinking all of these now?'
He thought realizing he was thinking something stupid that actually wasn't.
Maybe he would have reached enlightenment if he would have thought any further? well, he didn't for now.
