Breeze: Prison Post

The dragon robe is hung on an antique coat rack, with gold thread embroidering the dusk of BC. I click on the memorial and review the electronic dust, Next to the jade seal, the charger lights up with a faint blue, comma-like light. The morning rolls in the cloud conference room, and the minister's portrait is half gray. Someone used emoticons to catch the falling advice, My fingertips swiped across the touch screen, capturing the sunset at the Hall of Supreme Harmony. The historian carved the code into the server, and the radiator in the ancestral temple roared lowly. And my crown continues to receive twenty-four dynasties, the intermittent sound of rain, There will be no cards turned over tonight, only the snow-white memorials that have been piling up in the deep palace will be refreshed.