Ran Libra Imperial City Illusions - Leng

Under a mercury sky, the Imperial City of Leng Ran does not gleam—it breathes . Its spires are crafted from frozen starlight, its streets paved with the sighs of forgotten oaths. Here, the Libra does not weigh gold or jade, but the tilt of a single heart.

Lian touches his chest. His heart is a small brass scale now, tipping side to side. Tick. Tick. Tick. Leng Ran Libra Imperial City Illusions

Lian hesitates. He sees himself not as he is, but as he dreams—standing on a bridge of bone-white jade, hand-in-hand with a figure whose face is always turned away. Snow falls upward. A clock ticks backward. In that illusion, he is never lonely. In that illusion, the Imperial City is not a cage but a cradle. Under a mercury sky, the Imperial City of