Chronicles of a Dreaming Immortal

Dreaming of Immortality: Calming the Waves Pay no heed to the trials of cultivating immortality; why not walk alone alongside demons? A wooden sword, hemp robes, a pocket to carry it all. Who’s afraid? A bottle of dew and rain, and I defy fate to live again. With blade held high, I sing wildly at the Heavenly Court, unshaken. An immortal’s guidance awakens me from a dream. Looking back at that desolate place, I return home: I was always meant to rule a star.