The dusk was low and the wind was freezing. She was walking alone on the long palace road, surrounded by loneliness. On the long road paved with bluestones, not a single leaf fell. I could only hear the sound of embroidered shoes falling on them, a low, tapping, tapping sound. The bright yellow tiles are layered on top of each other, glowing with a cool light. Amidst the soft sound of the wind, the meowing sound of a cat could be heard faintly from nowhere. Holding a paper palace lantern tightly in her hand, she walked step by step into the long night.