(A gentle, classical fantasy ensemble tale of immortals, with no melodramatic romance or much focus on love. It centers on cultivating immortality and the heart, and traveling the world.) Updates are irregular and slow, so please forgive me!
Between heaven and earth, you and I endure as one.
People depart and immortals arrive; only after crossing over do we understand.
When benevolence collapses, so too do rites and music.
All living things are renewed only after tribulation.
This is a tale of cultivating immortality as I personally understand it. There are many protagonists, each with their own path to immortality. They were once friends, family, the closest people in the world to one another, but after setting out on their own paths, each found a different fate in life. Everyone's path is different. They may reach the same destination by different routes, or begin alike and end apart. But whatever the path, each is one person, one flower, one blade of grass, one tree, one gentle breeze, or one flowing stream among all things in this world. What does it mean to cultivate the Dao? Perhaps it is one's true heart, or perhaps simply a choice~
