Ryōta stared intently at the night sky, lost in thought. The stars, brighter than anywhere else, twinkles like diamonds in the sky. The black, infinite expanse of the universe stretched out before him, and for a moment, he felt a sense of peace.
Despite the tranquility of the moment, he couldn't help but notice the utter emptiness around him. There was nothing but rocks as far as the eye could see, with the occasional river and mountain to break up the monotony.
The sun and moon would move through a continuous cycle, and time itself seemed to fly by unnoticed. Ryōta, tired of counting the days, spent his time wandering the barren landscape, his footsteps leaving white streaks in the rocks.
Yet, despite the bleak terrain, Ryōta felt a sense of destiny, as if he was destined to stay trapped in the un-mortal realm known as Mithrandir.