In 255 AD, before Zhou Lang's tomb, patches of green shimmered and swayed in the wind. Feathers drifted slowly down from the sky. The sonorous notes of a zither dispelled the drifting haze, carrying tender thoughts across a thousand years...
P.S. Some parts of the story are set in ancient times, inspired by the Three Kingdoms. If that's not your thing, feel free to skip them or close the page. This is just a casual piece of writing, so please don't dwell on any potential landmines. The plot is entirely fictional, so please discuss it reasonably. Thanks for reading! (??ω??)??
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