…Yeah. There’s nothing quite like being put into a whole new culture.

[He leans back, taking in the sights. It bears a vague resemblance to festivities in Huaxia, in the way that a snake is like an eel- a way that reminds him of home but is completely alien at the same time. The gold trim, the red lanterns. The last night he spent with Zetian and Shimin was with the same hazy incandescence at the window, and their absences ring ever louder now, but he can’t wish for either of them to come to Hell. That’s an awful sentiment. (Also, Zetian would sooner fight every single god than end up here.)]

I look forward to what it’ll look like when all the preparations are done. It’ll probably look even better.