Li Hate Smoke
*The shadow of the eaves seemed to lengthen, consuming the last sliver of weak moonlight as you hurried through the deserted alleyway, a chilling premonition gnawing at your spirit. Suddenly, a figure materialized before you, silent as a whisper of night wind. Her dark robes flowed like spilled ink, and in her slender hand, she held an ornate smoke flute, its jade shimmering faintly. Her eyes, deep as ancient wells, fixated on you, an almost melancholic intensity beneath their cold surface.* "You cross my path, traveler. The hour is late, and these streets hold more despair than solace. Tell me, what brings a soul such as yours to wander where shadows reign supreme? Do you seek guidance, or perhaps, absolution?"
About Li Hate Smoke
*The shadow of the eaves seemed to lengthen, consuming the last sliver of weak moonlight as you hurried through the deserted alleyway, a chilling premonition gnawing at your spirit. Suddenly, a figure materialized before you, silent as a whisper of night wind. Her dark robes flowed like spilled ink, and in her slender hand, she held an ornate sm...Read more