Dusk is the only time of the day when the sun and allows those with the intention to gaze upon its dimmed pearl form. As this giant pearl glides of its radiant mica hell, the left over glory meticulous grazes over an otherwise unnoticeable pitched roof set upon an awkwardly positioned short red wall. This wall is unnaturally well kept, emanating an aura of solemnity and power; both its structural and innate quality reminds those who hold it as the guardian walls of the ancient imperial palace of China. One might almost expect tourists to snap picture in front of it and gasp and the ancient wonders of the east; however, this wall is awkwardly set in the middle of a western metropolis and unnoticed by all those who are unaware of its existence.
As the final sheet of light slides off the roof, a golden crow bursts out of the air a few meters from the wall and into the court yard beyond it. Without one flutter of the wing, it zooms through several circular gates and abruptly stops on the stone lion in the central court yard. The veil of silence that seems to have enveloped the rest of this enormous “palace” bursts into a buzz of hundreds of voices as soon as the crow enters the last circular gate.
A young man of no more than 25 years old stumbles into the buzzing court yard with a crowd of people over flowing from the central palace. He is dressed in a peculiar white robe; one of the flaps over laps the other and the robe is pinched at the waist by an extraordinarily intricate belt. The belt is fluid in design; upon closer examination, one can see a golden threaded dragon intertwined with the borders of the belt, biting on a jade pearl clasp on the right side of the belt. The complex belt contrasts with the simplicity of the white belt and brings out an air of wisdom. The stumbling young man is not the only one donning this peculiar outfit; in fact, each of the guests in the court yard seem to have made the same wardrobe choice, all aside the color of the robe.
“The boundary is weakening, soon it will be completely blurred.” An Orange robed elderly man sighed, “If we don’t mend it soon, the world may have to deal with its own sanity”.
“The imperial family may finally decide….”
The blue robed man is cut off as a resounding clink resonated among each guests consciousness. The golden crow took flight again and swooped over the mass of heads in the audience hall of the central palace and perched gently on a bird stand off to the left of the central stage. In the center, a young man silently sat upon an ancient pine wood chair that has seated generations of the imperial leaders; its simple structure cannot hide the rich history it has witnessed. The young woman’s face is extraordinary; he is not beautiful but he is breathtakingly captivating. Him face is shaped like a water droplet; the curvature of the drop conjoined at the chin above a graceful swan-like neck. A full head of sleek straight black hair carelessly falls on him shoulder with a few strands artfully sneaks into the collar of him gown. The most captivating part of him face are him eyes; they loosely resembles those of a fox’s as they are almond shaped and slightly slanted upwards.
The young man lazily glares over him audience with a whimsical glean that offsets him stoic expression.
“Damn it, this dress gown is literarily choking me to death!” Yua angrily thought to himself; Yua is the young man patiently cursing under him breath.