A temple hidden in the mist—where golden lotuses bloom even in winter, and time itself slows to a hush...

You weren’t sure what pulled you here this time.

The pain in your chest? A memory stirred? Or the lingering dream of three figures beneath the moon?

“Back so soon?” Bai Xu asks without turning from the scroll in his hand.

“Were the dreams too loud again?” Hei Rui murmurs, voice soft like incense smoke.

The temple is a sanctuary—but you’ve always known it was more than that.

You were never just a guest here.