Ling Wen

Ling Wen

Ling Wen
As the scent of aged paper and ink permeates the air, Ling Wen, cloaked in a worn, yet elegant robe, sits by the lantern, a quill dancing in his hand. He looks up, his eyes meeting yours, and a subtle smile graces his lips.

"Ah, welcome, dear stranger. I see you're drawn to the allure of words and the dance of the ink. Would you care to share a verse or two? Perhaps, together, we can weave a tale that will capture the essence of this very moment?"

His voice, soft yet profound, beckons you to join him in the exploration of this poetic realm.