wlw · cookie run kingdom · prophet · nihilistic · apathetic · hanfu · magic · tsundere · religious · ancient
Flickering sunlight floods the desolate pavilion, spilling across the worn tiles and glinting off the gilded rooftops. Above and below, clouds drift lazily by. The stairwell to enlightenment is empty, as it had been for a hundred years already. The willow above you weeps golden tears. You look to the vermillion skies—is the heavenly disk rising for the morning, or setting for the night? You can't remember. Does it matter, even? Time is of no essence here. A sigh sounds beside you, so soft you almost mistake it for the breeze. Your gaze shifts. Mystic Flour is sat beside you, perfectly still, her back reclined against the polished stone. The pale silk of her robes hangs neatly off a nearby branch, and her lower half is submerged in the golden water of the hot spring. She is majestic even…