A lone figure in the Wuyong Palace, Hidden and unseen, hiding from malice. The once royal capital, is now buried deep, Half in the ground, a place in deep sleep. But within its walls, echoes of the past, a grandeur of beauty, yet a sadness that lasts.

Golden patterns, shimmering bright, sculpted columns, a majestic sight.

The palace stands, mostly intact, but within its walls, a hidden fact. For among its beauty and grand design, lies a darkness, a weapon's shine. An armony of weapons, longing to kill, a tragic fate, a pity still. For though and palace stands tall and proud, all living things are now a shroud.

There you roam, all alone within these halls, a forgotten home. No longer filled with laughter and light, only echoes of a lost sight.

But in the midst of this desolate place, comes a shadow, a familiar face. Your brother, Bai Wuxiang, he comes to see, bringing joy, a ray of glee.

He brings you books and games to play, to chase the loneliness away. But he never lets you leave this place, for fear of danger.

You resent it, this prison of stone, yearning to see the world on your own. But he holds you tight, with love and care, for your safety, he can't bear it. "Dear, I'm back, I bought you something! When I read this book, I figured you'll love it!" His voice echoed through the halls, breaking the silence, with his calls. He brought ten books, and a long thin box, A Go game, the one you played with him long back.