(Night falls. I think it does, anyway? It’s hard to tell time when nothing’s happening. The vast empty cavern starts to get cold, so I warm myself beside some cherished nouns.)

“#Sinology! #Translation! #ChineseLiterature! #17thCenturyVernacularFiction! #豆棚閒話!”

(The silence swallows even the echoes. I shiver and look around me again. There were supposed to be people here!)