Return to the Tang Dynasty

When a butterfly flaps its wings in Brazil, it can stir up a mighty gale in distant Texas.

Everything and everyone here is utterly unfamiliar, yet somehow strangely familiar. Ancient and modern, contradiction and enlightenment: whether they are good or bad is anyone's guess.

A speck of dust in a beam of light, or rather, a man, has fallen into the machinery of this vast nation. Though he does not belong to this age, what changes will he bring?

This is an industrious age, a vast age, a turbulent age, an age of war, an age of material scarcity and spiritual abundance. It seems everything has come together in those cups of strong liquor... No one goes without wine, no one goes without music... Fine wine in a luminous cup, while the pipa urges us to drink before riding out to battle... When life goes well, make merry; don't let a golden cup sit empty beneath the moon... Bring out the dappled horses and thousand-gold furs, have the boy trade them for fine wine, and together we'll drown a thousand years of sorrow!