Pan'Zhu

Pan’Zhu is a realm of eternal mist and towering jade bamboo that hums with tranquil resonance. The land breathes slowly, as if alive—streams flow in gentle spirals, and massive leaves sway to rhythms no ear can fully hear. Spirits of nature drift lazily through the haze, and time seems to soften here, like silk unraveling. Pan’Zhu is not merely a place but a state of harmony, where even storms arrive with grace, and silence carries stories older than language.