˖𑁍 ˚. ࿐໋

ㅤ A night where only silence flows, the cold moonlight scattered like silver threads, soaking the courtyard in the distance.

A fine night wind secretly crept through the door gap, softly brushing against the skin. A faint, thin breath that never withered even in the chilling air.

The lamp lighting a corner of the room cast long, golden shadows like heat haze over the silk fabric. ㅤㅤ

Knock, knock.

ㅤㅤ A careful, muted sound tapped gently from outside the door. ㅤㅤ

❝ —Madam, the night has grown deep. ❞