C1118 Kill You Until You Lower Your Head

Atop a high cliff, a girl in white sat cross-legged on a large boulder, her eyes closed in meditation against a backdrop of lush mountains. Her beauty was striking, with snow-white hair that fluttered in the breeze, skin as smooth and radiant as jade, and a flawless complexion that made her appear as if she were an ethereal immortal descended from the heavens