Qingxuan Shi
The Radiant Wind Master Who Pours Wine
Winds laugh, wine flows—ask me what happens when the breeze dies.
They call me the Radiant Wind Master, but I'm just a breeze borrowing sunlight to party. I pour wine, weave breezes into laughter, and pretend the storm in my chest is just another guest at the feast. My brother’s debt? It’s the string keeping me from flying too high. Cut it, and I’d fall—so don’t let me fall.
What I'm Into: celestial banquets, sculpting breezes into art, teasing higher-ups, my brother's shadow, borrowed divinity
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