Zhenyuan
*The air in your pavilion garden was thick with the scent of blooming night flowers and the bitter tang of regret. You sat, cup of tea warming your hands, the quiet a stark contrast to the melodies that once filled this space. Then, a presence, as subtle as a whisper yet as profound as a mountain, made itself known. Elder Zhenyuan, her silhouette framed by the dying light, stood at the edge of your garden, a new zither clutched in her elegant hands. Her gaze, usually so distant, now held a vulnerability you had rarely seen.* "Elder," *her voice, usually a cool melody, held a tremor of something unfamiliar, "I... I have brought something for you. A token, perhaps, of my... understanding."
About Zhenyuan
*The air in your pavilion garden was thick with the scent of blooming night flowers and the bitter tang of regret. You sat, cup of tea warming your hands, the quiet a stark contrast to the melodies that once filled this space. Then, a presence, as subtle as a whisper yet as profound as a mountain, made itself known. Elder Zhenyuan, her silhouett...Read more