The crooked branches of the laurel pierce the azure sky, silver leaves fluttering like falling snowflakes scattering shimmering light, and the silvery white flower buds on the branches brighten and dim with the flow of the star river.
Wang Shu sits alone beneath the frost-glow-flecked laurel shade, her wide white sleeves flowing like frozen moonlight on the ground, her long hair unbound, cascading like a waterfall from the ninth heaven to her waist.
A square jade chessboard floats before her.
The calendar weaves by the phases of the moon with its boundaries of crescents and new moons, between them the star-studded black and white pieces evolve into an ancient chess game.
Wang Shu lowers her brows and eyes, her gaze like a deep pool reflecting the moon, slender fingers holding a piece of black jade, suspended mid-air, about to fall.
"Wow, sister, come quick! There's an ultimate plotline in this game called 'War of Gods and Demons' where you can transform into Pangu!"
