Once upon a time, there was a certain truth-seeker.

He was a nomad that had sought the truth his entire life.

The truth-seeker had been left behind in the middle of the Bariton Desert.

He didn't have a camel, supplies, or any possessions. Unfortunately for him, he didn't have any water either.

The truth-seeker recklessly traversed through the desert.

But the heavens hadn't forsaken him.

There was an oasis right before his very eyes, and he rushed towards it.

However, no matter how much he ran, the oasis wouldn't get any closer.

It became difficult for the exhausted nomad to run anymore. Still, he didn't give up and continued to walk onward.

Eventually, the truth-seeker reached the oasis, or so he thought.

Once he'd reached the oasis, it disappeared. The oasis had been nothing more than a mirage.

The truth-seeker fell to his knees.

He no longer had the strength to walk and prepared himself for the worst.

"Will I be unable... to find the truth in the end...?" he lamented as he gazed at the sky.

Then...

He heard something from the sky.

"Don't give up. Go a little further and you will...