A broken sword, a lamp to read the Spring and Autumn Annals by; silent meditation, a withered chain of cause and effect.
Mirage towers shrouded in smoke, tears of the merfolk; demon blood waters ten thousand blossoms of sorrow.
Purple robes soaked in the snow of the martial world; bamboo slips struggle to record the emperor's schemes.
The Three Teachings smelted into one blazing furnace; by night, the world is lit by white hair.
