Echoes of Time

My name is Lin Xu, and my world is full of noise. It's not the hustle and bustle of traffic, nor the din of people. It is the collision of gold and iron horses, the sighs in the depths of the palace, and the ancient songs lost under the yellow sand. They linger in my ears all the time, like a radio that never stops playing fragments of history. Doctors said this was severe auditory hallucinations, accompanied by memory loss. I know not.