I was once a wandering seer who, in a dream, entered the divine city. There, I beheld the celestial river turning in the night, its light shimmering across the galaxy, with the radiant stars shining brightly. Strange beasts roamed, unlike anything known to mankind. Upon awakening, ten days had passed. My body was weak, on the verge of death, yet my spirit soared. I could not tell if my journey was real or a mere illusion. So, I wrote it down, leaving this record for future generations.
Desolate hills, cold they stand, where rivers would not flow. The divine palace towers high, into the void unknown. Starry waterfalls descend, their silver glow like snow. In darkness, chaos stirs, where no dragon dares to go.
In the abyss, a Go duel plays, against the heavens' might. Sun and moon in endless cycles, by the Taiyi Bell they ride. Sky and thunder stand as one, guarding with a mighty hand. While on the divine stele, prophecy shapes fate upon the land.