Three cards. Three wonders. One axis that emperors walked.
Nine. Remember that number — it's the password of this place. An open-air cosmic altar built without a roof.
Long before London built its whispering gallery, Beijing already had one. Sixty meters away, a whisper feels right at your shoulder.
You're looking at a calendar you can walk into. Thirty-eight meters tall, three blue roofs, and not a single nail holds it together.