燃墨绘山海，垂眸拥月阙

山海之间，一画师以心为墨，笔锋划过处，漫卷成梦中长卷。山中走兽、水中游鱼、天际飞鸟，皆循着燃烧的笔墨奔赴而来。

月轮冉冉升起，女神踏云而至。她于山海间舒展玉掌，轻轻捧起奋笔疾书的画师 —— 是无声佑护，亦是神性加持。

云卷云舒间，山海深处的殿宇鳞次栉比，恍若天宫仙阙。究竟是小画师燃尽笔墨绘就这神话幻境，还是他本就置身于这笔墨凝成的仙境之中？

Between the mountains and seas, a painter uses his heart as ink. Wherever his brush strokes pass, a long scroll of dreams unfolds. Beasts roaming the mountains, fish swimming in the waters, birds soaring in the sky—all rush forth, following the burning trails of ink.

The moon rises gently, and a goddess steps upon clouds to arrive. Stretching her jade-like palms amid the mountains and seas, she softly lifts the painter as he wields his brush furiously—a silent protection, and a divine blessing all at once.

As clouds drift and gather, palaces deep in the mountains and seas stand in neat rows, like celestial halls in a heavenly realm. Is it the little painter who, burning through all his ink, painted this mythic illusion? Or has he always dwelled within this wonderland forged from brush and ink?