Where Wanxiang Weaves Life: Integrity

Observing this world, she came to understand that "human" was never merely skin or form. The script might grant the shape, but where did the spirit arise? Look to the stores: voices bustling, courtesies exchanged, a scene warm and alive. Somewhere within this ebb and flow, the true meaning of mortal life seemed to emerge; yet, like flowers seen through mist, it remained just beyond her grasp.