The heavenly moon shines on the water, chilling to the bone. The myriad splendors of the city above is now en…
The heavenly moon shines on the water, chilling to the bone.
The myriad splendors of the city above is now entrusted to mournful ruins.
Yet the commoners grow anew like wild grass. Beneath the jagged, grinding cliffs, sparks ignite once more.