Leng Ran Libra Imperial City Illusions Access

He places that vision into the right scale.

“You wish to enter the Illusion?” asks the Keeper, a woman whose face changes with every blink. “Then first, surrender your name.” Leng Ran Libra Imperial City Illusions

“Welcome home,” the mirror says. “Or have you always been the Illusion?” He places that vision into the right scale

In the Imperial City of Leng Ran, no one dreams. But everyone is a dream—waiting for someone else’s Libra to find them true. “Or have you always been the Illusion

Lian hesitates. He sees himself not as he is, but as he dreams—standing on a bridge of bone-white jade, hand-in-hand with a figure whose face is always turned away. Snow falls upward. A clock ticks backward. In that illusion, he is never lonely. In that illusion, the Imperial City is not a cage but a cradle.

Lian whispers it— Leng Ran . The name falls into the left scale. It does not sink. It floats , trembling, as if alive.

For a breathless moment, the Libra hangs still. Then it tips —violently, impossibly—toward the left. Toward Leng Ran .