"It's because you are not dolls anymore that I do not do more," the Grinning Moon said, perched like a piece of temple statuary on an awning overhead. "I love those who get by on their wits, the ones who strive no matter how poor their circumstances. Would you have me make of them dancing puppets once more? I could no more do that than you could eat your own arms, little sister. Be glad for the limitations of spirits. It was the greatest gift you were ever given."
Ling Qi grimaced at the answer, understanding, but not liking it all the same
"There is no secret logic behind the world, no meaning or thought that guides it from above," Xin said absently. "Though it is at its most obvious with cultivators, each of you shapes the world with your actions and thoughts, echoing and refracting from the ripples of others' actions. Great Spirits are merely the greatest of these ripples."
"Humans weave their own strings, forge their own chains, and build their own cages," said the Dreaming Moon. "It is often easy to see only the misery that you inflict upon each other, but there are few things more wretched and pitiable than a human who is truly