Above the Nine Heavens

Beneath the Supreme Dark Moon, red tassels flutter in the wind. Blossoms fall, while snow and wind reflect the Sky Wolf. The youth cries out, commanding the western wind, rising into the vast expanse, riding his silver saddle. White feathers sweep across the cloud-sailing sky. He travels the ancient road, then turns back, only to find no boat home.

With a flick of her finger, the woman he loves becomes a barren mound. A grave of black hair, a desolate inscription. It seems this love, too, is not meant to be sought. He gazes out in bewilderment, only to find that the Nine Heavens are merely playing out a drama in the mortal realm.