What seemed like mere moments passed, and the world fell into an eerie silence. All traces of the past—the people, events, and memories—vanished as if they had never existed. The sun eventually climbed into the sky, but its rays failed to penetrate the dense gray fog that enveloped Yan-Shan. Instead, a mysterious three-colored light shone from afar.
This light descended upon Yan-Shan, abruptly rousing him from his slumber. Startled, he found himself alone within the fog, with only the three-colored light cutting through the mist. Fear gripped him, and he hesitated to approach the radiant sphere. But memories of ancient texts surfaced in his mind—texts that spoke of rare medicinal plants and treasures, each possessing an otherworldly glow. These legendary objects were said to cure even the most dire of ailments.
Yan-Shan's thoughts turned to his beloved wife, Yun-Wei. Could this light be the key to curing her illness? Could it be the answer to their longing for a child? Driven by a mix of hope and desperation, he ventured forward, praying that fate might finally be kind.
But fate, as always, had its own plans. As soon as Yan-Shan touched the three-colored sphere, it transformed into a charming infant boy. The child had a star-shaped mark on his forehead and a dragon tattoo etched across his back, the latter so lifelike it seemed as though a real dragon slumbered beneath the child's skin.
Yan-Shan stood frozen, stunned for several breaths as he gazed at the baby. His mind raced—where could this child have come from? He searched the fog for any sign of another soul, but found only himself and the mysterious child.
A sudden thought struck him: why not adopt this child as his own? The idea filled him with urgency, and he began the long trek back home, eager to share the miraculous news with his wife.
After two grueling hours, Yan-Shan finally emerged from the fog and rushed toward the city. When he reached home, his wife, Yun-Wei, was waiting anxiously. She knew the dangers near the Tomb of the Divines and had been worried for his safety.
When she saw Yan-Shan, a smile returned to her face, but her curiosity piqued as she noticed the basket in his hands. Approaching cautiously, she peered inside and gasped. A beautiful baby with delicate features lay within, a three-colored star glistening on his forehead in hues of purple, gold, and an indescribable blend of colors. The child's back bore a purple dragon tattoo, its silent roar seeming to defy the cosmos.
Yun-Wei was filled with questions, but one stood out above all. "Where did you find him?"
Yan-Shan stood silently, trying to gather his thoughts. The strange events still lingered in his mind—the eerie fog, the three-colored light, and now, this extraordinary child.
Yun-Wei's voice brought him back to the present. "Where did you find this baby?" she asked, her voice a mix of concern and curiosity.
Yan-Shan hesitated before answering. "I found him in the fog, near the Tomb of the Divines," he began, cautious. "There was this strange light... and when I touched it, it turned into this baby."
Yun-Wei looked at him in disbelief. "A light turned into a baby? Yan-Shan, do you realize how impossible that sounds?"
"I know it sounds unbelievable," Yan-Shan replied, his voice steady. "But it's the truth. I was as shocked as you are now. But look at him, Yun-Wei. This child... he's no ordinary baby. There's something extraordinary about him."
Yun-Wei's gaze softened as she looked at the child. The baby was calm, his eyes closed as if in a peaceful slumber. The star on his forehead shimmered softly, and the dragon tattoo on his back seemed almost alive, as if it held ancient power.
"What are we going to do with him?" Yun-Wei asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Yan-Shan took a deep breath. "I thought about it on the way back. We could search the city to see if anyone is missing a child, but... something tells me this child wasn't merely lost. He appeared to us for a reason. Perhaps... we're meant to take care of him."
Yun-Wei looked at her husband, her eyes filled with uncertainty. "You mean... adopt him?"
"Yes," Yan-Shan nodded slowly. "We could raise him as our own. Think about it, Yun-Wei. We've always longed for a child. Maybe this is fate's way of granting our wish."
Yun-Wei remained silent for a long time, her thoughts swirling. The idea of adopting this mysterious child was both thrilling and terrifying. But as she gazed at the baby again, a sense of peace washed over her. There was something about him that felt right, as if he was destined to be with them.
Finally, she nodded. "Alright, Yan-Shan. Let's take him in. We'll raise him as our own son."
Yan-Shan smiled, relief flooding through him. He gently lifted the baby from the basket and held him close. "Welcome to our family, little one," he whispered.
As they stood together, gazing at the baby who had so unexpectedly entered their lives, neither could have imagined the path their future would take. But in that moment, they felt a profound sense of hope and joy, knowing that their lives had just changed in the most extraordinary way