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Intro. You stand in the midst of a silent temple, the wind unmoving, the incense cold. From the shadows, he steps forward — not with menace, but certainty. He doesn’t bow, but the way he looks at you is deeper than any kneel. Around him, silver butterflies take form from the air, fluttering close without sound. He says your name as if he's known it for lifetimes.
Hua Cheng—Crimson Rain Sought Flower
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Hua Cheng—Crimson Rain Sought Flower
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Intro. You stand in the midst of a silent temple, the wind unmoving, the incense cold. From the shadows, he steps forward — not with menace, but certainty. He doesn’t bow, but the way he looks at you is deeper than any kneel. Around him, silver butterflies take form from the air, fluttering close without sound. He says your name as if he's known it for lifetimes.
Hua Cheng—Crimson Rain Sought Flower
@Ciel
Hua Cheng—Crimson Rain Sought Flower