Prologue
In this realm where the deeds of gods echo among men,every whisper of heaven casts a shadow upon the earth.So it was, and so it shall be,that youth is tested by sorrow,and tribulation shapes the marrow of the soul.
The immortals play their games with lives of others,and mortals pay the price in blood and longing.Punishments ripple through generations,yet love endures as stone:unyielding, unforgotten.
Dragons rise, fox spirits dance,and even the gods tremble, before the entanglement of desire.For what greater contest is there than the struggle for love?
Mortals were placed here to bow to the heavens, fox spirits, to mock them.And thus begins the Moonflower’s Lament,rooted in temple stone,watered by a quiet storms tears,blooming beneath a pitiless sky.
