Dark nights, dark thoughts, dark trails: Wei Wuxian knows them all, won't abandon others to them if there's room for choice.

So here, stories in reflection, and a child's memory. More useful than some think, he finds, but it tells him something, piece by piece.

"How many turns of the seasons have you seen now?" To place his youth properly, he who looks younger than he is, but perhaps not young enough, in the same turn.

"Those stories of his... do you recall any of them now?"