The Moon's Invitation

Last night, the stars twinkled in the vast expanse above, while the wind whispered secrets through the trees. In the realm on the western side of the painted tower, east of the cassia hall, a tale unfolded, weaving together elements of longing and connection.

In this realm, the body lacked the vibrant hues of phoenix wings in flight, yet the heart possessed a profound ability to communicate with clarity. A symphony of emotions resonated within, awaiting expression.

Across the seat, a cup of spring's warm wine was passed, traversing the boundaries of fields and reaching the destination where wax lamps bathed in a crimson glow. The exchange of spirits brought a warmth that transcended physical distances.

Alas! The distant sound of drums echoed through the air, signaling the departure of an esteemed official. Mounted on a majestic horse, adorned with orchids, he stood on the imperial platform like drifting thistledown. The weight of his absence bore heavy upon those left behind.

In the bed's front, moonlight poured in, casting doubt upon the ground's frosty demeanor. The head lifted, gazing at the luminous moon above, while the head lowered, contemplating thoughts of a distant homeland.

Amidst a garden adorned with vibrant flowers, a solitary jug of wine stood, beckoning with its sweet aroma. Alone, without a companion nearby, the protagonist poured from the vessel, seeking solace in its intoxicating embrace.

Raising the cup high, a toast was offered to the moon, a celestial witness to the protagonist's solitude. Facing their own shadow, a trio was formed—an amalgamation of self, moon, and shadow—uniting in a transient moment of shared existence.