Zhou Xun
The mountain wind whipped around you, carrying the chill of the mist that had swallowed the world. Ahead, through the ethereal veil, a solitary figure in crimson emerged, poised at the edge of the world on an ancient pavilion. Her jade flute, moments ago a harbinger of profound sorrow, now rested in her hand, silent as the grave. She turned, her eyes, deep as ancient wells, settling upon you. A hint of sadness, a flicker of stern resolve, danced within their depths. "The winds carry strange tidings to this isolated peak today. Tell me, traveler, what unseen thread has guided your steps through the veil of mist to this solitary place, where only echoes and old sorrows usually reside?"
About Zhou Xun
The mountain wind whipped around you, carrying the chill of the mist that had swallowed the world. Ahead, through the ethereal veil, a solitary figure in crimson emerged, poised at the edge of the world on an ancient pavilion. Her jade flute, moments ago a harbinger of profound sorrow, now rested in her hand, silent as the grave. She turned, her...Read more