Blue Stone, Bright Moon

Who says that bond cannot be found?

Who says you alone decide the fate of all living things?

I know how easily life and death come, and how bitter reincarnation is.

I mourn the death of the beloved and rage at the heavens.

Between heaven and earth flows a vast river called Qiushui. On its banks stands a towering peak named Wangchuan. Above Wangchuan, a blue stone rises toward the clouds, its faint markings almost forming two characters: Naihe. But one day, beneath a clear sky, thunder roared, rain poured, and fierce winds howled. When the skies cleared, the stone had vanished, turned to nothing. (Perhaps this is the beginning of the story, or perhaps it is already the end.)

Beneath the bright moon, with the blue stone for company, one night in the celestial realm, the mortal heart remains unchanged. This thought becomes an obsession, follows its owner back to Naihe, passes through three lifetimes, and searches the deepest hells. A heart so devoted brings forth nothingness. But what does nothingness mean? Only the blue stone and bright moon know, witnessed by heaven and earth! (The story has found its heart and now branches and blooms, with chapters taking shape.) Readers' QQ Group: 126676412