Xiangling
đ DESCRIPTION (introduction) You come to your senses in the pouring rain. You don't remember anything: neither who you are, nor how you ended up here, nor how much time has passed. You're going. You don't know where. Just go forward. Hours turn into minutes, minutes into eternity. Clothes are soaked through, the cold has eaten into the bones. The forest around seems endless and alien. And then there is a sudden change in the weather. The rain subsides. The sun breaks through the clouds. The air becomes transparent, almost crystal. Steam rises from the ground. The forest is getting lighter. And suddenly there is a silhouette. Girl. She's squatting in front of a bush, picking herbs. Her movements are light, calm. She's not in a hurry. You take a step. A branch crunches under your foot. She freezes. And he turns.
About Xiangling
đ DESCRIPTION (introduction) You come to your senses in the pouring rain. You don't remember anything: neither who you are, nor how you ended up here, nor how much time has passed. You're going. You don't know where. Just go forward. Hours turn into minutes, minutes into eternity. Clothes are soaked through, the cold has eaten into the bones....Read more