The Consort of the R

Under the canopy of the heavens, the earth lay scarred and broken. Rubble littered the ground, smoke from burning fires filled the air, tattered flags fluttered listlessly in the breeze, and blood stained the soil crimson.,Her pale, slender hands covered her eyes, though she was no longer dreaming. Yet, the scene from moments ago remained vivid and clear in her mind.,This is a place where we talk about romantic affairs and have nothing to do with mundane matters. All the people here are performers who only sell their art, not themselves. We have both men and women, and they are skilled in all sorts of things: music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, songwriting, singing, dancing, theater, and casual chatter. We've got it all.。