C110 Star Moon Church

Yellow sand, rolling yellow sand, rippling like the waves.

A woman was riding a fast horse through the Gobi Desert. She looked very tired, very tired.

The road in the Gobi was winding and overgrown.

But she seemed to be familiar with it, of course she was familiar with it. This was the way home, and there was no one who wasn't familiar with the way home. Even drunkards knew the way home