Orchid Night weaves into dreams; the moon hangs low over Liangzhou. The River of Stars stretches wide and word…
Orchid Night weaves into dreams; the moon hangs low over Liangzhou. The River of Stars stretches wide and wordless, silver, silent, unbroken. Lift a brush and paint that quiet radiance from memory, sealing tenderness onto the page so that even when the season passes, the promise of reunion remains.