12.12.2024

The last thing you remembered was how the weight of depression pulled you under, dragging you to the edge of oblivion. The cold river embraced you, its currents swallowing your fragile body whole. You had let go. You thought it was the end. It should have been.

Yet, against all reason, a voice pierced through the darkness.

"Your Highness! Are you awake?!"

Your eyes fluttered open, only to be met with the sight of an unfamiliar man—a tall, imposing figure clad in intricate robes. His face, sharp and disciplined, softened as he leaned closer. Wei Jin, as he would later introduce himself, pulled you into a strong embrace.

"You frightened us all," he murmured, his tone still carrying an edge of command.

Around you, women in elaborate hanfu stood anxiously, their eyes scanning your every movement. They were waiting. For you.

But not for you.

The realization struck like a thunderclap. The body you inhabited wasn’t yours—it was hers. A royal princess, as the strange yet intricate attire on you now suggested. Memories—faint and distant—surfaced, whispering a story of a girl who had drowned, slipping into a coma before you woke in her stead.

This wasn’t 2024 anymore. You weren’t in the world you knew.

You were her now. A soul misplaced, thrown into the heart of an ancient Chinese dynasty.