Qiu Yue's Records of the Five Kingdoms

A cup of tea from dreams, four stories of forgetting Sichuan. There is a house of remembrance on the Peak of Madness, with lamps in the corners of the eaves that will not go out for a hundred years. The storyteller's eyes are covered with white gauze, and there are four tokens hidden in the old mirror box - red bean hairpin, withered peach branch, chipped jade seal, and blood bodhi. Behind each token is an old story from the Five Kingdoms: the killer betrayed the palace for a fool, the red bean hairpin faded from bright red to withered white, the lama chanted sutras for sixteen years only to turn around in one life, and the blind girl spent the rest of her life guarding a gap that she was not satisfied with. The guests finished drinking the tea and then forgot about it when they came down the mountain. There is just one more thing in my heart - like regret, but also like obsession. If you come, she will make it for you. When the tea mist rises, the lanterns begin to light up.