Graves fill the hills, stripped of robes and crowns. Ruins touch the clouds, overtaken by grass and trees. On…
Graves fill the hills, stripped of robes and crowns. Ruins touch the clouds, overtaken by grass and trees.
Once a powerful clan stood here along the Yellow River's shores. Crushed beneath the iron hoofs of the Khitan. Their legacy and lineage, passed down for generations, ended here.
Some say strange noises still echo from the ruins. No one knows the reason why.