The Way of Ghostly Dreams

There is no day or night here. It is always dark. The day I arrived, the wind kept lifting my loose robe again and again...

I was just like a wandering ghost.

In fact, I was a wandering ghost.

The young man who brought me inside called himself the Master of Ghost Dream Dao.

[Mixed first- and third-person narration]

Theme: How lovely the night of the third day of the ninth month, with dew like pearls and the moon like a bow