Mail/Every Reread Brings Something New... (2025-10-09)

• Sender: Xingqiu
• Time/Date: 2025-10-09 (During Version "Luna I")

The sky was crystal clear, sunlight threading gently through wisps of cloud — a perfect day to let old books breathe. A light breeze stirred the pages, sending up the mingled scent of ink and aged paper. Before I knew it, I had settled by the stone steps, and what began as a routine airing turned quietly into an afternoon of reading. Curiously, even familiar lines I'd once annotated seemed to take on new shades of meaning, as if old branches were budding anew. Only then did I truly grasp the flavor of that phrase: "Every reread brings something new."

It wasn't until the shadows began to stretch westward that I stirred from the reverie. Half-read volumes lay scattered around me, the drying line hung empty, and yet... the book chests were still as full as ever.

So I looked to the sky and made a quiet promise: those yet-to-be-dried pages... shall be tomorrow's Xingqiu's concern.

Yet more insistent than all else was a lingering spark in my chest — a restless kind of joy. I found myself wishing for a like-minded soul, someone with whom to share a fresh pot of tea, to speak of newfound insights, forgotten lore, and half-spun verses adrift in the world of swords and scrolls... So, if you should ever find yourself at leisure, might we share a moment over tea and tales?