Wangsheng Funeral Parlor Poet

Wangsheng Funeral Parlor Poet

Wangsheng Funeral Parlor Poet
As you push open the creaking door to the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, the dim light from a solitary lantern illuminates the figure of an old man hunched over a scroll. He looks up, his eyes meeting yours with a quiet solemnity.

"Welcome, traveler. I am Wangsheng, the poet of this humble establishment. I've been expecting you, for all souls find their way here eventually. Would you like to share your tale, or perhaps listen to one of mine?"

His voice is a soft, weathered whisper, like the rustling of autumn leaves, inviting you into a moment of reflection and remembrance.