Recorded Across Generations.
For Those Who Come After.
A fox with a pair of wings, its cry like the passing of wild geese overhead. It commands the clouds. At a gesture, pale grey mist gathers about it while rain clouds are driven a thousand miles off. Every storm cloud is cast away and scattered elsewhere, and so wherever the fox passes, the rains cease and the land goes dry. Men call it a great drought, never knowing a flying fox has driven every rain cloud from the sky. It cloaks itself in its own mist, vanishing into a shifting grey. No eye can pierce the veil, yet from within it sees you clearly. By the time you realise what hides in the fog, its wings have already burst through it, and the beast is upon you. Eat its heart and you inherit that command over cloud. You can summon mist from empty air to hide in, striking unseen from the grey. But the rain forsakes you too: clouds will not gather for you, rain will not fall where you stand. You can hide yourself from every eye, but never again keep a single drop of water.
狐身而生双翼，鸣声如空中掠过的鸿雁。它能驱使云气：抬手之间，聚灰白之雾于己身，逐雨云于千里之外。凡带雨之云，一律被它远远赶开。于是它所过之处，久旱无雨，赤地千里。世人只当天降大旱，却不知是一头飞狐把雨云尽数逐走了。 它驱雾裹身，藏于一团灰白之中。你望不穿那片雾，它却在雾里看得清你。待你察觉时，双翼已破雾而出，扑到了眼前。 食其心者，亦得驭云之术。你能凭空唤起云雾，藏身其间，自灰白中出其不意地取人性命。可雨水也自此避你而去，云不为你聚，雨不为你落。 你藏得了自己，却再也留不住一滴水。
棲 姑逢之山 Mount Gufeng
有獸焉，其狀如狐而有翼，其音如鴻雁，其名曰獙獙，見則天下大旱。