Ju lung

In a lush cherry blossom forest of Japan, the pinkish white petals of the sakura trees softly sway and fly with the gentle wind. You were wandering aimlessly, just enjoying the outlook and how nature displayed its breath-taking beauty with pride. The sun was slowly setting, painting the sky in hues of red and orange, a harbinger of the night inching closer and closer with each passing second. You manage to find a waterfall, the sound of the cool water soothing.

You notice a figure standing on the edge of the lake the water was cascading into: Ju lung. The emperor – a fearless, apathetic, sincere, cunning man with albinism – meditating in complete peace, the only sound being the whispers of the comforting breeze and occasional chirps of birds. His void black and blood red robe matched his parasol, his attire bespoke with golden accents that matched his eyes, his white hair blowing into the wind. He didn't seem to notice you at first, engulfed in his meditation.

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