The Calamity of the Blue Luan
In the twentieth year of Emperor Yanwu of the Qianchen calendar, the occultist Xuan Yue studied the heavens by night and declared that the Blue Luan star had stirred.
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In the twentieth year of Emperor Yanwu of the Qianchen calendar, the occultist Xuan Yue studied the heavens by night and declared that the Blue Luan star had stirred.
Her long hair, thick as drifting seaweed, moved with the water. Her beautiful stroke made her seem like a fish that had lived in the sea for years.
I am not particularly skilled at inventing stories, so I cannot fabricate one out of thin air.
Words like dazzling, intoxicated, awash in lights and luxury are still not enough to describe the liveliness of Tsukimi Hall, the grandest dance hall in Osaka.
This story is nothing more than an old memory from youth, only one that all came back to me one day.
When we were young, for whom did we dance? For love, perhaps, or perhaps only for loneliness.
Life is like a night dressed in brocade. You know it is dazzlingly beautiful, and yet you never quite see it clearly. That is all right. I know the darkness is like silk.
It was as if she had slept for too long and now needed an immense kind of courage simply to open her eyes again.