The living story
The story so far
Of Mount Qingqiu: nine tails like nine banners, a cry like a human baby, and a beauty the Classic of Mountains and Seas warns about in the driest possible language. Taste of her, says the Classic, and be warded from evil — which has not stopped a single poet from falling in love with her instead. Daji wore this shape once, and brought down a dynasty in it. The fox has never apologized for it.
Happening now
She is moving through the Qingqiu mists right now, nine tails trailing like banners, while a poet on the mountainside below writes verses he will regret. She is not hurrying. She never hurries.
What may come
One day a poet will write the verse that finally describes her truly — all nine tails, the baby's cry, the whole dangerous beauty — and she will read it, and nod, once, and the Classic will have to add a footnote. She has been waiting three thousand years for an accurate review.