It was fabled that a glimpse of a Longma was an omen of a legendary sage-ruler. That was true for Mah, who, for ages galloped over the world, seeing rulers born and die, watching their achievements ruin just after their passage to the other side.

It took them eras to understand, it was not the rulers that would change anything, but just sages. Rulers thought themselves as the real sages, but humble sages knew no one was best fitted to rule.

So, little by little, they changed their routes of pilgrimage. Staying more time with the poor, the humble and the feeble, watching they grow, watching them share.

Never again was they to see ruins, because what they share became imortal.