Why Bother?

It was a distant dream.

Bai Xi dreamed that she was singing.

In the dilapidated palace, under the setting sun, she saw a dim, yellowish light shining on the roof ridge, causing the broken shingles on the ridge to reflect the iron gleam.

Withered vines fell from the roof ridge, following the sun, dropping into the empty hall from the cracks.

The slender weeds were entangled with the white bones, and flowers bloomed from the hollow eye sockets of skulls.

The ministers in court dress had turned into skeletons, but even their skeletons were still kneeling on the ground, on both sides of the hall, worshiping the lofty throne.

They prostrated themselves in front of the supreme Empress.

The skeleton rang the bells, and the solemn and forbidding music seemed to be coming from the underworld, celebrating the arrival of the new ruler.