"Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio" - Immersive VR
Creator Developer：colortab
Gorgeous Ghost: Fate
As frost veils the ten-li lake beneath the boundless sky.
I covet not the swan’s lofty, cloud-kissing flight,
But grieve for fleeting youth, as raven locks fade and die.
By the moon I stand, lone, yearning for your tender care,
My only wish—to hold your hand, and share the moon’s soft glow.
Through endless lives, I pray to cling to this one prayer:
I envy not the immortals, but mandarin ducks, side by side, slow.
"Lost in intoxication, not knowing the way home" stepping into "Strange Tales ", the mundane world's hustle and bustle and the misty haze of the netherworld are entangled in fine pieces. Lanruo Temple happens to meet for the first time, and together they brave the perilous situation.
Gorgeous Ghost: Passion
Old locust, frost-grass catch the sound.
Cold crows rouse the sorrow of the parted one—
Yearning to rise, no path’s won.
Fallen flowers sink in water, hiding care;
A lonely shadow stands by lonely light.
Though a thousand thoughts fill the mortal sphere,
Love beyond life and death spans endless years.
When mortal and ghost are bound by different paths,Her temples damp with dew, shyness lingers like a dream."Our meeting feels but a fleeting vision"—She sits alone, sorrowful, facing the candle flame.Wind chimes outside the window whisper 'round the eaves,She stretches out her hand to grasp the starry clouds.
Gorgeous Ghost: Blaze
cloud-like sleeves flutter 'cross ten thousand moons and weeks.
Steadfast Dao spirit shines o'er the Silver River bright;
solemn Dharma seal guards the eight wastelands with might.
Heaven and Earth divide yin and yang, pure from impure;
sword qi cleaves through evil spirits, fierce and sure.
Only when drunk do I know immortal wine's fierce glow;
treading wind, rich fragrance lingers in the three realms below.
The clouds drift like fluttering robes—We but brush the divide 'twixt yin and yang, gazing at each other from afar."Parting and meeting, our hearts cling still"A faint sorrow lingers in the breast.Evil succumbs to good, yet good dreads evil too;Victory or defeat lies in heaven’s will.