On the night of the full moon, at the peak of the capital.
A barefooted woman in a black and red robe was standing on the high terrace, looking up at the distant night sky. Her hands were waving repeatedly, as if she was crazy, and as if she was dancing. As she moved, the world seemed to flow with a silent rhythm, simple and vigorous.
The mighty heavenly wind swept past like a huge wave. The debris of the distant Palace began to tremble, showing the terrifying power of the wind. However, this woman didn't seem to feel it at all. Not only did she not move with the wind, she didn't even feel cold at all.
She kept blowing, but she was not afraid of being barefooted.
After a long while, her movements finally calmed down.
The strange thing was that as her body stopped moving, the strong wind also gradually disappeared, as if she was the one who had summoned the wind.
