Bubble

“Now, he had at last seen himself: a ghost tied to the hidden bones, fooling himself and others, laboring under the mistaken belief that he still belonged to the land of the living.”
― Priest, 太岁 [Tài Suì]

“Xi Ping gathered the remainder of his weak spiritual sense in his eyes and at a glance picked out a smooth stone from the pile. There was writing on it.

"Oh!" His guides also went over to observe.
"What kind of writing is that?"

It was Wan writing.

The familiar handwriting on it said: I was here.”
― Priest, 太岁 [Tài Suì]

“The one standing in infinite glory is you; the one fallen from grace is also you. What matters is ‘you’ and not the state of you.”
― Mò Xiāng Tóngxiù, 天官赐福 [Tiān Guān Cì Fú]

“The drawing was complete and a line of small writing left beside it. The artist's whereabouts were unknown. Presumably he had lost interest and returned.”
― Priest, 太岁 [Tài Suì]