At the beginning, the three of them would occasionally exchange insights on completing tasks.
But gradually, they discovered that all speculations and assumptions were utterly meaningless.
The three straw men, as if existing independently outside the world.
Only thunderstorms from above the sky could interact with them.
Beyond that, everything in the mortal world seemed as if they couldn't see their existence.
Birds, beasts, and insects flew by without stopping.
Even the world's dust wouldn't settle on them.
Therefore, the three became gradually silent.
Powerlessly lying down, watching the world change.
Sunrise and sunset, the passage of time.
It was as if the fast-forward button was pressed, days passed by rapidly.
The mountain peaks where the three resided gradually became sharp and slender due to erosion from rain and sandstorms.
The originally towering and full mountains slowly left only sharp lonely peaks standing independently.
