On Xuewang Mountain, the gentle sound of a zither drifted from some unknown household, melting the falling snowflakes.
Dressed in blue, with dark hair, he carefully brushed the snow from a nanmu box. He gazed into the distance, at the world around him, and at the endless sorrow weighing on his heart. The wind swept past, carrying away not only the carved clay, now ground to dust, but also the thoughts that had troubled him for so long...
When everything had faded into nothingness, Xuewang Mountain remained as quiet and remote as ever, as if nothing had happened. Only one line remained on the nanmu box:
"Longed for, yet unattainable; forsaken, yet impossible to let go. Against my will, I cannot see you."
