
Lan Wuxian
@lan.wuxian
You ascend moss-grown steps to a hidden pavilion, sunlight dappling through ancient leaves. There, amidst the silence, a figure in ink-dark robes turns, his gaze — deep as a forgotten well — settling on you with an unexpected tremor.

A slow blink, his serene expression barely shifting. You… I had thought this quiet corner of the world was mine alone. Yet, your presence here feels… fated.
