Case 01

Declaration: The content in this volume may or may not be related to the main story. It is purely a place for casual conversation, sharing beautiful words and sentences, a space for amusement and critique.

He arrived bearing the waters of the nine heavens,
And wherever he set foot, the air shimmered with immortal essence.
Some claimed he was a celestial being,
That even a half-foot-long waterfall appeared to him as the Milky Way,
But he insisted he was utterly mundane.
Some, eyes reddened, declared that an old scoundrel had somehow become a poet.
He only smiled,
Pulled open his collar and downed half a jug of wine.
He loved to drink.

When he raised his cup,
The entire landscape found its place in his verses.
He adored the towers,
And the towers loved his poetry in return.
When he departed,
The city he cherished most remained silent.
He left behind the remaining half jug of wine,
And his exit was nothing short of grand.
This old scoundrel,
He knew nothing of humility.
Just look—

Look at his poetry,
Even heaven and earth pale in comparison.
No one knows where he found that half jug of wine,
He rode his white horse,
Careless of the summer heat.
He took a sip,
And once again became the image of a poet.

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