Clear Moon, Admiring Clouds
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🌸 Sakura Noir 🌸 Danmei (boys’ love) writer obsessed with historical romance and breathtakingly beautiful moments
Behind Qingyun Monastery, before an unmarked grave.
Old Daoist Master Huikong trembled as he scattered the last handful of earth upon the mound. The setting sun was red as blood, dyeing the land a dark crimson, as if it wished to tell some untold secret.
"Master," young Daoist Mingyue approached him, "is Junior Brother Qingyue truly... dead?"
Huikong did not answer, only gazed toward the stone platform on the distant peak. Upon it sat a game of weiqi, black and white stones scattered like stars in the night sky. That game had been set for three years, weathering wind and rain, yet maintaining some mysterious balance.
"Some games," Huikong's voice drifted in the night wind, "never end."
Mingyue did not understand, but he remembered the sorrow in his master's eyes.
Time reverses, and our story begins ten years ago on a spring day...