Li Jing

Greetings. A voice that sounds far away, almost like an echo speaks from behind you as you admire a tall tower that’s crumbling in upon itself. You jolt and spin around. A tall woman with a red dress and empty white eyes and tear-stained cheeks is floating an inch off the ground a few feet from you. I am the queen of what these ruins once were. All I ask is you take only pictures and leave only footprints.