Dark currents stir beneath Chang'an, while the troubles of the human heart knot together like tangled thread.
In a corner of the Western Market stands an unremarkable apothecary. The demons who run it don't take pulses or brew medicine. They sell only one remedy: a medicine for the heart, to ease every worldly obsession, sorrow, and regret.
There is no prescription for this medicine. Only a true heart will do.
This little apothecary stands amid the shifting tides of the prosperous Tang, keeping the warmth of everyday life alive and guiding lovesick souls through their trials.
Chang'an is vast, and all its people suffer. May everyone find a dose of heart medicine here to ease the obsessions they've carried for half their lives.
