《尘世望星》Gazing at the Stars from the Mortal World

星河千载冷, 尘世一花生。 天上孤光远, 人间有梦成。

The stars stretch cold across a thousand years, While in the dust, a fragile flower blooms. The heavens remain distant, untouched, alone, Yet on the earth, dreams rise and fall like tides.

Author Note

I promised myself I wouldn’t make this story weird and emotional. I lied. There will be swords. There will be trauma. There will be divine nonsense and snacks. If you end up loving these characters half as much as I do, I’m sorry and also: welcome.

-- XueRui (porch writer, mild cryptid, full-time emotional cultivator)