Leng Ran Libra Imperial City Illusions -

“Welcome home,” the mirror says. “Or have you always been the Illusion?”

In the Hall of Balanced Scales, a young man named Lian kneels before the floating brass mechanism. The Libra’s arms are etched with constellations—one side Libra, the other side a wolf devouring its own tail. Above him, the Imperial City shimmers like a fever dream: towers lean into impossible angles, windows open onto rooms that do not exist, and the wind carries the scent of white tea and betrayal. Leng Ran Libra Imperial City Illusions

In the Imperial City of Leng Ran, no one dreams. But everyone is a dream—waiting for someone else’s Libra to find them true. “Welcome home,” the mirror says