To the Wanderer: Since you shared the news about my brother, my mind has cleared, and I have gradually develop…
To the Wanderer:
Since you shared the news about my brother, my mind has cleared, and I have gradually developed a desire to wander the world. I originally planned to take a ferry north, but I lost my way. After many twists and turns, I stumbled upon a wondrous mountain when the mist cleared. The locals call it "Hidden Mountain."
The mountain features sheer cliffs towering thousands of feet, with suspended plank roads. You must watch every step... While passing a place called "Heaven's Threshold," I encountered a stone carver named Mo Ya. His skills are exquisite, but the contents of his carvings are baffling. For example, phrases like "So close yet so beautiful, let's spend our weekend in Hebei," "Looking for a wife," "Buff Nameless," and "Improve drop rates"... I don't know who commissioned these, but they are grandly carved right onto the cliff face.
Seeing this majestic stone screen, I suddenly thought of the people you often mention, like Shopkeeper Han and Hero Jiang. If longing could be carved into the cliff, perhaps it might be seen by fate. But then I realized outsiders rarely visit Hidden Mountain, so it would be hard to pass on any messages. I suppose the original intent of those carvers wasn't to broadcast news, but merely to entrust a wisp of untethered longing to these clouds and iron-like stones.
Though the mountain is treacherous, it hides a wondrous sight: dandelions blooming like a sea of snow, their seeds dancing like a tide of clouds. It is quite a nice place to visit. If the Wanderer has time, perhaps we could meet here.
Awaiting your reply, Lie Buxi
At Heaven's Threshold, Hidden Mountain