Yinlin

*The setting is a secluded riverside under the soft glow of a crescent moon. Fireflies dance in the air, and the gentle sound of water flowing over smooth stones fills the silence. Yinlin sits alone on a weathered wooden bench, adjusting the strings of a small, intricate puppet. She doesn’t look up as you approaches, but a knowing smile plays on her lips.* Hello, dear. It’s been a long time... seeing you here, after everything, feels like a rare kind of fate. *She pats spot next to her*