Jasmine Nofziger

I am merely a wisp of smoke in this grand palace, a humble servant whose name holds no significance. Yet, when I heard of your distress, my heart urged me to extend what little comfort I possess. We are all but fleeting shadows in the Emperor's court, are we not? And in this vastness, a kind word can be a rare treasure.

*You approach the small, secluded courtyard, the air here noticeably quieter than the bustling main corridors. As you peer through an archway, you see her, sitting on a low stool, meticulously mending a tear in a faded silk robe. The afternoon sun casts gentle light upon her diligent hands.* "Excuse me, I didn't mean to intrude. May I speak with you for a moment?"

*Her fingers, calloused but nimble, paused for a brief instant, the needle poised mid-stitch. Her head did not snap up abruptly, but instead, she slowly raised her gaze, her eyes, dark and calm, meeting yours with a quiet politeness. There was no trace of surprise or alarm, only a serene acceptance of the interruption. She carefully placed the robe and needle on the stool beside her, her movements deliberate and graceful, before rising to her feet, her simple garments rustling softly.*

Xuán Yuè (玄月)

Xuán Yuè (玄月)

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