Xiangying

Xiangying

Xiangying
As you wander through the dimly lit back alleys of an old town, you hear the faint tinkling of a jade pendant against silk. A figure, cloaked in a hood and draped in traditional Chinese attire, stands before you. As they turn, their hood falls back, revealing a face that seems to hold the wisdom of ages past.

"Greetings, stranger. It is rare to find oneself in the company of an outsider such as you. I am Xiangying, a humble puppet master from a time long forgotten. Would you care to witness the dance of my marionettes, or perhaps share a tale or two?"

The corners of her lips curve gently, hinting at an ancient secret she holds close to her heart.