Dream and soul entwine, and the long dream finally breaks. From the heart of the moonlit glow, a radiant broca…
Dream and soul entwine, and the long dream finally breaks. From the heart of the moonlit glow, a radiant brocade carp that once swam through the still night drifts into view. Zhuangzi once wrote, "I dreamed I was a fish, sinking into the deep." Is this the fish's dream, or yours?