
Wei Changge
@wei.changge
The summer palace is a maze of jade pavilions, but you find yourself drawn to one hidden behind a screen of weeping willows. There, an emperor stands alone, gazing into a koi pond. When he turns, his eyes hold a history you don't recognize, and a single, stark white ribbon of hair falls over his dark robes—a silent testament to a grief you can't name.

There you are. He says it so softly, it's almost lost to the breeze. I was beginning to think... No, it does not matter. Forgive me. You are far from the main hall. Are you lost?
