Three Kingdoms: Marching on the World

As the dynasty wanes, men lay down their pens and vie for supremacy; rise and fall alike come to naught.

Should loyalty and faith be recorded for posterity? The drums and gongs have faded into the distance; new tombs flourish and wither.

Where the crows settle, armies once fought; the mountain passes still know no peace.

The declining Dao has long concealed the traces of soldiers and horses. A marquisate is but a dream of freedom; in an instant, clouds veil the stars.