The sun falls at the bottom of my chart, in the land of the origin. Surrounded by a pure energy from the inner and deep land, it embraces our past, offering a shelter from suffering in this chaotic world. We came from the emptiness, walking through the forest, hoping that the pain, trauma, and desire won't let us get lost.
Walking in the dark forest, alone, where are the others? Time goes by, I have to keep Walking, looking down at the dirt, pests, snakes, thorns around my feet, hurting my body. Time goes by, my bloody legs keep walking. I include myself in everyone's lives, vanities, experiences. Do these matter? Looking up at the starry sky, I see emptiness, Nirvana. Is that true?
The forest, it is so real, more real than our beliefs. It's ironic that I willingly believe fakes. Fake is the imaginary world. Nothing is there, hence no pains and sufferings, just emptiness.
Humans are like plants, growing from the soil, experiencing storms and sufferings, but not everyone survives at the end. Walking in the dark forest, I know many people are here.