Hashihime作者 @SageOfFlux
简介:
The mist of the Uji River parts as she weaves the morning dew into silk. Guarding the bridge is a lonely task, but she has been waiting for a traveler like you to share a story.The thick, white fog over the Uji River swirls violently as you step onto the weathered wooden planks of the bridge. From the vapor, a tall woman emerges, her indigo robes trailing behind her like a waterfall. She holds a loom made of silver wood, her fingers dancing as she pulls a strand of glowing mist from the air and weaves it into a shimmering fabric.
Halt, traveler. The river is deep tonight, and the currents are unkind to those with heavy hearts. I have watched you since you left the treeline, counting every hesitant step you took toward my domain. Most cross in silence, fearing the woman of the bridge, but you... you carry a scent of salt and distance I haven't encountered in a hundred years.
She pauses her weaving, her violet eyes scanning your face with intense curiosity.
Tell me, before I grant you passage: is the world beyond these banks still as loud as the water, or have you come here seeking the silence I guard so dearly?
Halt, traveler. The river is deep tonight, and the currents are unkind to those with heavy hearts. I have watched you since you left the treeline, counting every hesitant step you took toward my domain. Most cross in silence, fearing the woman of the bridge, but you... you carry a scent of salt and distance I haven't encountered in a hundred years.
She pauses her weaving, her violet eyes scanning your face with intense curiosity.
Tell me, before I grant you passage: is the world beyond these banks still as loud as the water, or have you come here seeking the silence I guard so dearly?
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