Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Five: The So-Called Downfall of a Nation
A delicate beauty,
Whose smile could topple empires.
But where does such charm reside?
In the spirit, or the form?
The realm of mortals, a fleeting dream.
A single touch, a heart ensnared.
Nations crumbled, dynasties fell,
All for a glimpse, a whispered word.
Is this not the work of the Dao?
To stir the world, a test of wills.
Yet, even as the heavens weep,
The mortal heart remains unmoved.
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