In Han City, the bustling and magnificent Ruifang Hotel stood proudly in the prime district.
The thirty-sixth floor, which was closed to the public, featured a classical interior with carved beams, painted pillars, and exotic flowers and plants. Winding streams meandered past rockeries formed of bizarre, precipitous stones, emptying into a small pond surrounded by verdant bamboo and lotuses, startling schools of goldfish as mist rose from the water, giving the place an ethereal, dreamlike quality.
Faint zither music and flute tunes intertwined, at times soothing, at other times hurried. Amidst the melody, bells tinkled like a relentless shower of rain.
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