means of meeting
Mo Yan still sat motionless, his gaze locked on the talisman in front of him.
Duie, standing quietly by his side, finally spoke,
"My Lord, through this artifact... you may speak to Yu Sui."
But Mo Yan said nothing.
He didn't know what to say.
Words had never been their medium.
Mo Yan and Yu Sui had always spoken through glances, through touch
In moments when silence became language,
And the world melted around their closeness.
Duie understood this.
He saw that Mo Yan's silence wasn't hesitation
It was fear.
Fear of failing to express what lived in his soul.
Without a word, Duie reached into the inner folds of his robe.
He pulled out a small strip of crimson silk
Delicately preserved, like a sacred relic.
On it, written in ancient Chwen script, were the words:
"Vixion taun du jo zhaio sko."
A sacred phrase.
Duie turned away as he offered it to Mo Yan.
He could not meet his eyes.
For the words were not his.
They were the sacred lyrics once whispered by the revered Grandmaster Jeyong
Words he had used to confess his love…
To his stepbrother.
It was not Duie who had written them
It was his beloved.
But that truth…
He kept to himself.
Mo Yan took the cloth, and as his eyes moved over the lines,
A smile...gentle and luminous...bloomed on his lips.
A rare beauty returned to his face.
There was something in those words
Something he had always wanted to say to Yu Sui.
Duie, watching silently, spoke with reverence,
"My Lord… If you play the melody woven in these words,
It shall reach Yu Sui.
Even across the heavens."
And with that, Duie took his leave.
As he walked away, a strange lightness lingered in his steps.
He knew the meaning behind the melody.
And seeing Mo Yan smile again...
He understood...Mo Yan recognized the song.
He knew it.
With those rough, warrior-worn hands,
Mo Yan played the sacred tune.
The same hands that grew soft only for Yu Sui
So gentle, they could cradle the morning dew,
So warm, they could melt the frost of solitude.
As the final note echoed, the air shimmered.
The melody lifted like smoke in the breeze
Dancing through the clouds,
Brushing against the wings of birds in flight,
And soaring higher…
Higher…
Until it vanished into the heavens.
And reached
Black Heaven.