Deep in the remote wilderness, there is an ancient palace that has been forgotten by the world. It was once a symbol of imperial power, but now there are only ruins left, telling endless sorrow and terror under the moonlight.
As night falls, the ancient palace is shrouded in a layer of light mist, as if nature has specially wrapped it in a mysterious gauze. The moonlight shines through the sparse clouds and shines on the withered but extremely bright palace flowers. They are so red that they seem to be soaked in blood, exuding an alluring and heart-stopping aura.
Deep in the palace, in a dilapidated side hall, the weak candlelight swayed, reflecting several wrinkled faces - those were several elderly palace maids. Their eyes shone with a strange light, which was the reminiscence of the past and the fear of the unknown.
"Do you still remember that Emperor Xuanzong held a banquet here that year, with singing and dancing, and flowers blooming..." A palace maid spoke slowly, her voice low and hoarse, as if it could penetrate the barriers of time and space, bringing everyone back to that glorious era.
Come on ⛽️, I wish you better and better