Life should be full of lovely songbirds and swallows, with wine, pipa music, and arms around a jade-like waist. The world shifts through nine twists of fate, peonies scatter as one travels far and wide. A lonely young lord clinks cups, while a graceful beauty dances by the river. The splendor of that age, and its dazzling tales of opulence and indulgence.
Monsters and demons, hopping vampires and fiends: what dazzling wonders walked the Silk Road that linked the world together...
The bewitching incense fades, and smoke drifts among the willows. Golden splendor surges, a sigh for bygone glory. A lotus-faced beauty, lovely as a peach blossom, meets you again in all her radiant bloom. The extravagance of a golden house, the sorrowful beauty of Weiyang and Ganquan: beneath magnificent silk curtains, the years decay in a haze...
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