August is the warm cloud and rain, gently caressing the lover's cheeks, making people's hearts flutter and entangle. The summer rain falls incessantly, the cool breeze passes unnoticed, and a few days pass in a blink.
The High Priest's Mansion remains heavily guarded, with the Temple Warriors holding torches, patrolling day and night. In the courtyard where Xiulote resides, the flickering firelight cast shadows, the night was heavy, and a faint fragrance floated in the air.
The moonlight, like water, cascades from the open roof, bathing the simple bedroom in a clear glow. A beautiful red-edged echeveria blossoms silently under the moonlight. Its succulent leaves are elegantly simple and spread out layer by layer, tinged with a delicate pink edge. At first glance, it is dignified and graceful; upon closer inspection, it exudes an unspoken allure.
"Bewitching spirit shadow... The goddess under the moonlit night..."
