As winter passes and spring comes, the red sun and gentle breeze bring great prosperity to the world.
A city carved with golden feathers rises from the wild land, reaching into the clouds.
In the memory of later generations, it is blurred into gorgeous sounds and colors, which cannot bear to be looked at closely, but there is no trace.
Never existing alone, it is both the myth itself and the starting point of myth.
Chang'an.
Conception: