He sets out for the wilderness

Encountering
Grassland swamps forest

Mirage mist breeze
To the wind, he is the swaying shadow
To the sky, he is the lingering haze
To the sea, he is just the remaining foam after the waves vanish
When he closed his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the wilderness
That’s just an illusion woven by desire
Walking through the ruins of time
He continues
Looking for the next illusion