She picked up the bloodstained moon and forged it into a measure for ruling the mortal world.
The Gu family fell amid a sea of rouge and ashes.
The pearls and jade slipped from her fingers.
She fished up half a volume of the remnants of The Art of Gold from the prison's depths.
The world scoffed at her for chasing money.
She turned it into a demon-revealing mirror instead.
Wherever the gleam of new currency passed,
the rot inside vermilion gates was laid bare, and an underground river ran upside down beneath the dragon throne.
On a snowy night in the palace's deep corridors,
a token rang against the jade steps like shattering ice:
"Look, the lock you made has rusted..."
Melted gold dripped from her fingertips, blossoming into a field of fiery plum blossoms:
"I will temper the stars anew with my flesh and blood."
