Lanling's Words

Three thousand years of splendor, gone in the blink of an eye. A dreamlike flower, empty in the next. Time is the sharpest blade of all. It can sever affection and love, and shift the world until seas become fields. But now, the years can no longer leave a mark on me.

I gazed at the reflection on the clear water. With a gentle sweep of my hand, I stirred the still spring pool into ripples.

My raven hair fell loose over my shoulders, unadorned. My eyes were cool and clear, their corners slightly raised.

All I have left are the memories of everything I have experienced over these many centuries. Besides that, I also like collecting other people's memories, storing their stories in jadeite pearls. Whenever the mood strikes, I point a finger, and the words held within the jade pearls begin to speak, slowly and quietly, like flowing water.

I am someone who survives on memories.

Those who know me call me Qiao Su.

I opened a shop in Jingcheng, and named it Lanling.