Chapter Song – Shanghai Nights - Celestial
I stood in front of a colossal, old-world, burgundy double door and contemplated whether to knock or simply let myself in. I knew I was incapable of the latter because the doors were thick and heavy. So I just beckoned using the brass door knockers. Only when I began knocking using the brass rings did I realize that they catered to design sensibility rather than function. Ugh.
“After you,” Sean gestured with his left hand while his other pushed the doors in. The hinge at the bottom made a groveling sound as it plowed rich soil. The doors bunged just before nipping a mound of blood roses. My eyes traced from where we stood to the long stretch of nutty cobblestone laid before us. The path led to a majestic centerpiece in the middle – a revered Chi
