The stream beneath the clear sky and drifting clouds resembles a small path with no known destination, carrying the heart-wrenching memories, winding toward the unreachable distance.
A white-haired man atop a bluestone opened his eyes; a sword hidden for a millennium now gleams, piercing through this realm.
The clouds parted in several layers.
Yet he merely gazed calmly ahead, the sword-like eyes reflecting upon the clear stream, revealing no trace of sentiment.
"Is there something?" he asked.
The water surface of the stream rippled slightly, reflecting the image of a woman in a Daoist robe with her hair bound by a jade crown.
Her eyebrows and temples appeared bathed in starlight, with a dignified and graceful countenance. Her elegance is visible, and so is the passage of time. The divine light in her eyes flickered like the wavering water patterns, embodying impermanence.
