Which merely left her to meditate, and once more bring herself to that nowhere place, sitting in the center of eight silvery reflections. This time, three of them called to her. The first, the dreaming rippled with color, and she saw herself standing before all of her friends and many others, her flute at her lips, and then she saw herself moving among them, smoothing over disagreements and keeping the atmosphere of the party light.
Second pool, the darkest one, the hidden depths of the new moon called, there were no faces here, only a flash of the map Xin had gifted her and a single spot of darkness yawning like a pit in the face of one of the carved mountains. It swallowed her up, and Ling Qi found herself deep underground before a pool of liquid darkness, within which something gleamed.
The last, surprisingly, was a gentle bright light, within which she saw Zhengui, as he was when he had been playing with Hanyi in the snow. The image subtly shifted, and she saw her little spirit happy and content, with hanyi perched on his back and indistinct but somehow childlike figures all around.