C1959 Dragon Lady of Laninear River

The melody of the zither intertwined with the sound of raindrops, as if the sky itself were serenading the earth.

A delicate drizzle, like threads of silk, and a thin mist, akin to smoke, descended upon the rooftops, stone pathways, and every leaf, seeping into the hearts of all who felt it.

Pedestrians strolled under their umbrellas, their steps light and unhurried