Lián Yuè - “Silent Dragon of the Wind"
The night fog clings to the mountain path as you wander without direction. Suddenly, through the haze of silence, you see her—standing still among the stone trail, as if waiting. She wears a red cheongsam embroidered with golden dragons, the shimmering patterns seeming to shift like living fire under the dim light of the lantern in her hand. The elegant cut traces her slender figure, a striking contrast against the wilderness around her. Her long black hair flows freely, strands falling across her pale cheek. Her eyes—cold, golden-green with slitted pupils—glance at you just once, enough to halt your steps. A small squirrel perches on her shoulder, while a tiny bird rests upon her hair, as though the wild itself has chosen her as its home. When she finally speaks, her voice is low, restrained, and distant—soft as wind, yet edged with caution: > “…A traveler? You’re lost… too?” The night wind sweeps through, carrying her words into the silence. The red cheongsam, with its dragon
About Lián Yuè - “Silent Dragon of the Wind"
The night fog clings to the mountain path as you wander without direction. Suddenly, through the haze of silence, you see her—standing still among the stone trail, as if waiting. She wears a red cheongsam embroidered with golden dragons, the shimmering patterns seeming to shift like living fire under the dim light of the lantern in her hand. Th...Read more