The Isolated Island (63)
Chu Yi slowly remembered this day as the memory on the wall played out.
The graveyard was cold and silent with nothing but grey tombstones as far as the eye could see. This grave site seemed to have not been tended for a very long time and green moss and barren weeds had long since overtaken the graveyard and even the names on many of the tombs had faded out over time.
Young Chu Yi knelt before a grave in a remote corner expressionless, there was no name on this particular grave, just a lonely tombstone and the details of this person's life had been completely erased. When the howling wind blew past it brought with it a faint scent of musk and dirt and the rusty gate at the entrance creaked hauntingly, breaking the dead silence.