In the boundless depths of space, countless stars formed an ocean of stars on the scale of time, every second of radiance separated by an eternity of hundreds of millions of light-years.
The Solar System.
Deep in the cosmos, roughly six billion kilometers from the Sun.
A dark yellow planet lay in its own orbit, circling the Sun with five moons in tow.
It accorded unseen with the natural order of heaven and earth and the laws of the universe.
This, too, was an incomparably beautiful planet, circling the Sun along the outermost orbit of the Solar System.
Decades ago, it had finally been completed, then slowly pushed into its present position by the gods.
Today, the gods had finally settled it into its designated stellar orbit, where it successfully began its circuit.
Some asteroids also occupied its orbit, and this god-made world was like a general commanding its army.
(The author's astronomy isn't good. Any knowledgeable experts who are interested are welcome to fill in the gaps.)
On this beautiful yet freezing planet, the gods stood on its surface, upon its red earth, gazing at the land and sky with a profound sense of accomplishment, taking in all its beauty.
Glaciers, plains, mountain ranges, deep valleys-apart from the oceans and the cold, it seemed an incomparably quiet world.
This was a planet they had built with their own hands. They had placed it within the Solar System, where it began its ceaseless circuit through the ages.
Whether in the present or the past, humans had always loved gazing up at the starry sky, whether indulging in beautiful fantasies or in associations and reflections involving time, space, images, the philosophy of resonance between heaven and humanity, the universe, and more.
Perhaps, countless years later, when the people of future epochs