Moonlit Jade

Seeking answers from heaven and earth yielded countless signs, yet the suffering of life meant little to the divine. What remained was a solitary stillness at the edge of time, faint murmurs clinging close as endless trials gnawed at bone and soul. Ten thousand ages burned the heart to ash; the mind fell silent, like a cold star adrift in eternal night. Even oceans once thought everlasting transformed, age after age, into fields.