Empires fade, but their shadows linger. The Tang was gone, yet its name still held weight, still stirred longi…
Empires fade, but their shadows linger. The Tang was gone, yet its name still held weight, still stirred longing. In a fractured age, old legends became tools, and memory became a banner. If the capital had fallen, then it could be imagined again—a new Chang'an, born not of peace, but of resolve.