On the very last day, after much deep thought, Cao Pi shows up alone with his magical wine bottle, a glass, and a piece of paper. The wine is sort of an afterthought, something Rosinante joked with him about. He pours a glass for whoever will be his audience, steps back from it, and waits a few moments. He's not sure what exactly to do, should he give someone a chance to show up, or....

Nah all right might as well just recite poetry into the dark. That's his paper: a poem written in his native script, flowing and elegant. He forces himself to adjust and read it in the proper tongue, even though it won't make any sense to any listening spirits - the point is to show its beauty and rhythm in the original language, which, given his expert recitation, is its own form of music. When he finishes, he sets the poem down next to the glass of wine and lets come what may.