Leng Ran Libra Imperial City Illusions [2025]

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.

“You wish to enter the Illusion?” asks the Keeper, a woman whose face changes with every blink. “Then first, surrender your name.” 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

He places that vision into the right scale. In the Hall of Balanced Scales