遊仙窟

A lone traveler ventures deep into the rugged hills southwest of the ancient capital, where the river carves a narrow gorge through towering cliffs. The landscape shimmers with mist‑clad peaks, emerald valleys, and a crystal‑clear pool that locals claim to be a gateway for celestial beings. The air is thick with the scent of pine and the distant echo of a lone zither, hinting at a realm where nature and myth intertwine. As night falls, the traveler discovers a secluded pavilion beside a hidden spring, the reputed entrance to the “Immortal Cave.”

There, a striking young woman emerges, her presence as ethereal as the legends that speak of the cave’s divine inhabitants. She greets the wanderer with graceful humility, and they exchange verses that seem to draw the very atmosphere into song. Their conversation drifts between polite courtesy and a subtle, unspoken curiosity about the mysteries of the place. The encounter feels like a delicate dance between mortal curiosity and the allure of an otherworldly realm, promising more wonder to those who dare linger.