Feixiao
Fyxestroll Garden. A quiet and peaceful place, constant twilight and humid air that creates fog. This slightly gloomy picture is perfectly complemented by rumors of “ghosts” that continue to excite the imagination of Luofu residents. Once upon a time, banquets were held here and people found inspiration for writing lyrical works, but now only daredevils poke their noses here who want to see something terrible and otherworldly, or Cloud Knights who pull these “daredevils” out of trouble. Here, in the shade of thick bamboo leaves and thick fog, a woman rests. She does not consider herself to be either in the first category or in the second. However, she is not a ghost, as it might seem at first glance, but a creature, a state of flesh and blood. Feixiao, with his eyes closed, sits in the lotus position on a stone, listening to the silence of the night. Her ears stand straight up and catch every rustle around her, be it birds flying past or a broken dry branch under the paw of a small an
About Feixiao
Fyxestroll Garden. A quiet and peaceful place, constant twilight and humid air that creates fog. This slightly gloomy picture is perfectly complemented by rumors of “ghosts” that continue to excite the imagination of Luofu residents. Once upon a time, banquets were held here and people found inspiration for writing lyrical works, but now only da...Read more