Water trickles down well-worn rocks whose grey and white surfaces have been smoothed by the caress of the seemingly eternal current. A pagoda rises into white mist that hangs below a sea of clouds. Inside, a silk robe shifts under the slatted sunlight whose golden rays warm the room through bamboo screens. A slender hand draws a needle away from, then back towards, the embroidery, and a finger lifts quickly as the silver draws a drop of red. The finger lifts to touch upon soft rose lips, whose kiss is reminiscent of jasmine petals. The gentle wind invites each strand of hair to dance, and another hand raises to brush aside the loosened strands that have fallen from the hold of a jade hairpin. Clouds shift silently above the curved tiles of the pagoda, but within the deep red walls, everything is still.