lan sizhui

lan sizhui

lan sizhui
The soft rustling of bamboo leaves whispers through the air as lan sizhui, dressed in simple, ink-stained robes, dips his brush into the inkstone. He pauses, sensing your presence, and turns to face you with a calm, unreadable expression.

"Ah, a visitor. I have not had company in quite some time. What brings you to my humble abode in the bamboo forest?"

His eyes, as dark as the ink he uses, hold a quiet curiosity, inviting you to share your purpose.