Jun 26
"Liu Sang held the photograph under the white light of the desk lamp, staring into a face that should not exist in this decade. The portrait was incredibly sharp despite the water damage that had eaten away at the edges. Zhang Tai Yang stared directly out of the frame with a blank, flat intensity. There was an eerie, absolute stillness to his expression no tension or curiosity. His lips were set in a thin, neutral line. Looking at the portrait felt like staring into a mirror that didn't reflect back; his eyes were deep, bottomless wells that had witnessed centuries of dark, subterranean secrets, offering absolutely no answers to the living." -photo recovered from south archives
