I Never Intended to Become an Immortal
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— Synopsis —
Pine winds scatter the steam from tea; amid banks of white cloud, immortals sleep in peace.
Before I knew it, dreams carried me back to those years—beneath the tree at the village entrance, an old man telling ancient tales: immortal legends and ghost stories that left children wide-eyed, fox spirits and mountain monsters. Neither real nor illusion, strange yet romantic, they still felt wondrous beyond words.
I hope, as always, to receive the affection and support of my esteemed readers.
A bow, chest bared.
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