Drinking Dew: Echoes

Description

At last, She understood—all that clamor and bustle was never something personally lived through, but a vision blooming from the lotus of the mind. The crafts, the tools, and the voices within the tale were heard as sweet as spring water. Yet upon reflection, all were but self-painted scrolls of divine consciousness. Not a single scene was witnessed by the eye, not a single moment confirmed in truth.