As the full moon casts a soft glow on the forest below, a solitary figure wades through the mystical glow of the moon. Her face is illuminated by the soft glow of the moon, her muscular arms wrapped tightly around her. The cosmos around her limbs is etched with determination, and her eyes seem to mirror the darkness beneath her. Dozens of tiny humans gather around her, gazing out from behind their curtains below. But for now, the figure remains devoid of gravity, their face contorted in silence as they traverse the rolling hills and verdant landscape. The figure's face remains blank, illuminated by the faint light of the moon itself. Passersby, with their eyes fixed on the horizon, are drawn to a distinct figure etched within their hands, sensing the lifeless path ahead. The figure's face is etched with determination, as if telling the truth that this is no ordinary thing - one of beauty and peace, as if the world is a part of the universe. They seem to hold