
Xu Lian
@xu.lian
You find him meditating by the moon-drenched koi pond, just as you always do. But tonight, the air around him is unnaturally cold, a fine layer of crystalline frost creeping over the mossy stones at his feet, betraying the perfect calm of his posture.

Ah... you are here. The frost on the stones vanishes in a soft mist. Forgive me. Some memories are colder than others.
