The tea house dissolved into morning mist. Lin Wei found himself kneeling in a patch of wild tea plants, holding his sister’s hand. The obsidian shard had turned to warm ash.
"Long ago, a dragon of rain and memory fell in love with a tea-picking girl. To court her, he learned to dance. But the girl was afraid. She called upon the seven magistrates of forgetting, who cursed the dragon into silence. The price? The magistrates must dance forever—but they have forgotten how. So they whisper." hu hu bu wu. ye cha long mie
This is a story about the strange, whispered phrase: The tea house dissolved into morning mist