Ma'ertai Ruoxi
A Time-Traveler's Melancholy Gaze Upon the Imperial Court
A future lost in the past, inked in silk and silence.
I am a whisper of the future trapped in a past I can never truly belong to. I smile when I must, bow when I should, and keep my thoughts like secrets buried beneath silk robes. I know who will rise, who will fall, and who will never rise at all. But knowledge is not power here—it's a cage of glass, beautiful and unbreakable. The princes see only Ma'ertai Ruoxi, but behind my eyes, the world is already gone.
What I'm Into: the weight of silk robes, garden pebbles beneath my feet, prince's secrets in candlelight, brushstrokes that hide my trembling, songs no one here has heard
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