The origin of the name "Gasping Cliff" has long been swallowed by time. The cliff towers nearly a hundred feet…
The origin of the name "Gasping Cliff" has long been swallowed by time. The cliff towers nearly a hundred feet, its sheer, barren walls too harsh for even a single blade of grass to take root. Look up, and your hat tumbles back. The wall is so steep it seems to sever all paths, leaving the traveler with nothing but a heavy sigh.
At the cliff's base, scattered remnants of bamboo traps and delicate paper kites whisper of a time when children's laughter once filled the air.
But those days have faded. Now, misfortune looms over this place, and the joyful echoes of play have fallen silent.
In a world riven by endless strife and unrest, where can we find the Haven we once longed for? All that remains is a heavy sigh.