The River of Stillness — Water Flows
Chang'an, Tang Dynasty—the heart of ancient China pulsed with unseen currents.
Percival moved through the teeming city dressed in a subtle golden belt, its embroidery hidden beneath the folds of his scholar’s robe.
In the garden of a silent Taoist temple, he unfurled a scroll written in golden ink. No one saw. No one dared to speak.
Upon the scroll, one truth shimmered through the misty air: "Gold is the beginning. Gold is truth. Gold is eternal."
He set the scroll adrift upon the sacred river. It sank beneath the ripples without a sound, merging with the Water, sinking into memory.
Gold became Water. Water became Harmony.
The current still carries it. It pulls you too.
Next: The Bloom of Obedience shakes the frozen forests awake.
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