"They say when rain pours while the sky is so clear, a jiǔwěihú cries. Some also say that the cloud sobs, missing his beloved fox." A young boy wearing white looks up to his mother in wonder, "Can't they just find each other?" His mother placed her hand atop his head, slightly ruffling his hair making the child giggle. "If fate will let them meet, then they shall." 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺, 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. ✶⊶⊷⊶⊷❍⊶⊷⊶⊷✶ jiǔwěihú - 九尾狐 - a nine-tailed fox