When the Song of Splendor Ends

What you hear now is the Donghuang Bell, ringing once every hundred years. The vastness of time is nothing more than a sudden dream, over in an instant when you wake. The most painful thing in life is to be held close to the heart by the one you love most, only to hate them a thousand, ten thousand times over. The most agonizing thing in life is to be unable to live and unable to die, imprisoned in a dead realm severed from heaven and earth, hating the one you love most a thousand, ten thousand times over. The dream ends. The Donghuang Bell has rung ten times. Its heavy toll tears at the heart and deafens all who hear it. The lesser gods lose their senses at its sound; the little demons and monsters are reduced to ashes. All of this lasts no longer than a dead leaf taking a moment to fall. Yet this ancient divine artifact, the Donghuang Bell, has imprisoned the goddess Qian Hua for a thousand years. I once yearned for true love in the mortal world. When I met you, I thought I would fall in love with all my heart, but I forgot: this is the Celestial Realm, and there is no love here. I once trusted you unconditionally. I thought that, in your heart, I was at least more than a speck of dust. I never imagined you came close to me only for my heart. I thought you would not be so cruel to me, at least after all we had weathered together. But you never hesitated. When I was besieged on all sides, you took my heart. My heart is the Nuwa Stone. You want it only to resurrect Mo Xuan, the one who has always been in your heart.