The Fantasy Land Cherished by the Gods

I resent that white hair and youthful beauty cannot be preserved.

Knowing fate, my heart remains tied to the mortal world.

A thousand years of moonlight, the art of the pot defying heaven.

The jade branches of Penglai reflect the radiant moon.

Red and white jade, flowers and butterflies.

The Rain Bell scatters starlight.

The dream ends at last. Every feast must come to an end.

Yet I regret nothing about these years.

It begins before Gensokyo was founded.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.