A Faint Shadow (A Qing Dynasty Transmigration)

The bright moon must be laughing at me,

laughing at me now.

I have betrayed the stirrings of spring,

wandering alone, singing alone.

I dread speaking of the past,

though I've made friends of so many kindred spirits.

Deep in the lamplight before the moon,

where can I find the clouds that return in my dreams?

---Nalan Rongruo, “Picking Mulberry Blossoms”

This is my first time writing a story.

The inspiration came from the wild imaginings of a sleepless night.

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Your humble younger sister thanks you all!