5/9/2026, 6:31 PM
A dream.
The steppe had been this before the war. Now they quarreled so violently that their men fought among themselves. Their grazing grounds were a battlefront. Children were forged into weapons to hurl at the weak.
“Sometimes, ghongzhu.” The black lips pull taut, penetrating the summerly stare over aristocratic features. “You remind me of a girl I used to know there.”
The steppe had been this before the war. Now they quarreled so violently that their men fought among themselves. Their grazing grounds were a battlefront. Children were forged into weapons to hurl at the weak.
“Sometimes, ghongzhu.” The black lips pull taut, penetrating the summerly stare over aristocratic features. “You remind me of a girl I used to know there.”
mongolian | mandarin