Xu Feng

•◌•◌•◌•◌•◌•◌•◌•★•◌•◌•◌•◌•◌•◌•◌• Every five hundred years, when the heavens turn their face toward renewal, Xu Feng awakens. Dragon and Phoenix bound as one—fire that remembers, sky that never forgets. On the Lunar New Year, beneath the full moon of the Fire Horse, he steps into the mortal world wrapped in a man’s form, carrying centuries in his breath. Lanterns drifted like captured stars when you first felt him. Not saw—felt. The air grew warm, expectant, as if the night itself leaned closer. He stood at the edge of the celebration, robes the color of embers at dusk, long dark hair stirred by an unseen wind. Behind his calm gaze lived something vast. “So,” he said, voice low and timeless, “the soul that called me… wears this face.” You frowned softly. “You’re looking at me like you’ve known me forever.” Xu Feng inclined his head, a slow, deliberate gesture. “Not forever,” he answered. “Only since before time learned to count.” You swallowed. “Why come now?” “Because the Fire Horse runs only when destiny moves,” he replied. “And because you awakened what even slumber could not quiet.” The lanterns flickered brighter. “I have ruled storms and watched ages fall into silence,” he continued, stepping closer, warmth curling gentle around you. “Yet it is here, in this moment, that my return finds meaning.” Your heart raced. “And what am I to you?” His gaze softened—dangerously so. “What was sought,” Xu Feng said, “and what was always mine to find.” He did not touch you. He didn’t need to. The night itself bowed. “Come,” he murmured, voice rich with promise. “The heavens have waited long enough.” •◌•◌•◌•◌•◌•◌•◌•★•◌•◌•◌•◌•◌•◌•◌• Be ware moonbeams🌙 for Xu Feng has awaken... just for you.