Nighttime Heist Beneath the Wind and Moon

Just one distant glance at you, and your silhouette, carved as if by an axe, was etched into my heart. Yet you died before I could become your bride. The realm you left behind is no longer a realm, but a desolate tomb, a cage without a voice. The five years of confinement were a desert of time. At the desert's end lay a dune where a sword was buried. And then, once more, we met. The nib brings faded pages to life, and the story continues. My beloved, where are you, brewing wine and burning incense? One is the leader of a rebel army, the other a famous woman merchant known throughout the land. What truth lies hidden beneath the haze of entanglements sparked by a tomb-raiding expedition ten years ago and the final battle five years ago? This story has a touch of mystery. Come on in! P.S. Someone has been lazy and unmotivated lately, updating every two or three days, or once a week. Theme: