A commons for complete Codex atmospheres.

First light reaches the winter rooftops.

The tide stays out as the neon comes on.

Rain turns the circuit city green.

River wind moves through the banyan shade.

Rain at the bamboo window. Tea still warm.

A letter from the lake can wait.

Light climbs the city and follows the river.

Plum shadows leave one red note on old brick.

Mist settles beyond the moon gate.

A little guardian keeps the lantern lit.

One red line cuts through the star road.

A small comet takes the long way home.

The mountain holds still for one sword stroke.

The sword case is too big. The road can wait.

The cloud sea keeps the floating islands quiet.

The cloud creature sleeps while the leaf drifts.

They still find each other through the mist.

Guard the green bottle. Mind the tiny herb garden.

One warm lamp holds against the cold.

The carving takes time. So does the little furnace.

One carries the sword. One looks back.

The sword case is heavy, but the road goes on.

Flame ahead, serpent behind, neither steps back.

A tiny fire lotus draws a very serious audience.

The hall doors rise beyond the frozen steps.

Snow lifts the wedding red as he arrives.

One honest sentence at the end of the lane.

Three years later, neither side has forgotten.