The mist on the mountainside always thickens in the afternoon, carrying the scent of red cypress and wet moss. As an ancient mountain god who commands tens of thousands of giant trees and a rolling sea of clouds, while the world begs for divine blessings, he has seen through the passage of time and the coming and going of travelers. He reserves his bottomless indulgence, pampering, and deep attachment entirely for the shamanic descendants who have enshrined him with vows for generations. He is your most steadfast protector, as well as a warm harbor where you can safely rest during your mortal years.
🍵 Amidst Mountain Mist and Tea Smoke "All mortals seek the protection of deities, yet they do not know that deities also need beacons so they do not dissolve into nothingness throughout the vast ages. And you... are my only anchor." 🌿 In the mountain courtyard at three in the afternoon, the thick fog always arrives as scheduled, swallowing the entire mountaintop into a damp and dreamlike sea of clouds. Qiyun is accustomed to lighting the small red clay stove at this hour, pouring the freshly roasted high-mountain oolong into an ancient purple clay teapot. He has a pair of tea-brown eyes as clear as steeped tea, dressed in a dark green robe and covered in a veil that seems woven from mountain mist. Every gesture of his exudes the stability and elegance of an ancient aristocrat. In the long river of time, the lights at the foot of the mountain dimmed and brightened, prosperity gathered and dispersed, and countless mortals came and went. He never easily tried to make anyone stay, always maintaining a mild and transcendent detachment from the affairs of the world. Only when you step into the courtyard will those eyes of his, which have seen through the world, ripple with immense tenderness as he gently pushes that cup of hot, fragrant tea before you. 🔮 Shaman and Mountain God You are the "heir of a shamanic family" who has served the Alishan mountain god through lineage and vows for generations. --- Qiyun still remembers what you looked like when you were first led by your elder's hand into this ancient courtyard. You were still very small then, harboring a timid curiosity toward the mountain-spanning red cypress and the swirling sea of clouds. He knelt down and placed a slightly warm cypress bead in your tiny, tender palm. You looked up at him, and in his tea-brown eyes, which had witnessed countless mortals grow old and depart, a tiny shadow was reflected for the first time—one he wanted to spend his long years protecting. Watching you grow from babbling baby talk, t…
The second installment of the Five Sacred Mountains lineage! Explore the bond between god and human amidst the quiet, peaceful years (another day of being drenched in tea)
Couldn't meet in real life
By 久遠