For a breathless moment, the Libra hangs still. Then it tips —violently, impossibly—toward the left. Toward Leng Ran .
He places that vision into the right scale. Leng Ran Libra Imperial City Illusions
Lian whispers it— Leng Ran . The name falls into the left scale. It does not sink. It floats , trembling, as if alive. For a breathless moment, the Libra hangs still
In the Imperial City of Leng Ran, no one dreams. But everyone is a dream—waiting for someone else’s Libra to find them true. For a breathless moment