Past the Milky Way Sea, on the border of the Eastern Lands, amidst the surging waves, floated a gourd bottle. It followed the waves, drifting along.
It had crossed the sea to the Great Tang, and now spun up onto the seashore.
The wind blew and the sun shone. Months passed. A fisherman preparing to begin his morning work walk past the gourd bottle. He suddenly stopped in his tracks, lowering his head to look at the bottle in the sand of the beach.