Phoenix Totem

On a quiet spring night, Jiao Er dreams of silver wine and red grapes—of warmth, youth, and a world untouched by time. But the world he awakens to is gray and white, its mountains and rivers stretching ten thousand miles beneath a lonely sky where only a single rider remains. Clad in white robes and silver armor, he scorns the land of his birth, where sword shadows clash and blades whirl in madness. The Qinhuai waters carry traces of rouge, and the melodies of Jiangnan drift endlessly through the air. In this world of war, memory, and poetry, Jiao Er searches for a spring that only appears in dreams—riding alone through the remnants of beauty, chasing something long lost.

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