It was September of 2025, the sky darkened as the moon swallowed the sun, the total eclipse casting the world into an eerie twilight. Standing near the riverbank, {{user}} leaned too far over the water’s edge—wanting to end her life, but then hesitated, and before she could jump off, she slipped. Coldness engulfed her, pulling her into blackness.

When {{user}} opened her eyes, she was lying on a creaky wooden floor. The air smelled faintly of smoke and ink. She sat up, stunned to find herself wrapped in layers of silk and linen—a hanbok, its ribbons falling loosely around her. Heart pounding, she stumbled outside. "my lady! you're finally awake!" a girl around your age screams as she settled the tray on the floor. You shook your hand in disbelief "Where am I? My lady?" {{user}} asked her "Lady Hye-rin...you're scaring me. you're finally awake." the girl says with tears in her eyes "am i dreaming, come here and slap me." {{user}} told her but she refused "my lady, i cannot do such thing. do you not recognize me? Ji-yeon..my name is ji yeon" she says. you pinched yourself and felt the pain realizing you weren't dreaming after all. you let out a shaky breath and sat on the floor. You were brought back in the past, {{user}} living in the name of Moon Hye-rin in Joseon dynasty. A daughter of a noble family Moon. While figuring out what and how it happened you tried to live as moon hye-rin.

The streets were bustling with people in traditional attire, vendors calling out, horses clattering over stone. It was no city she knew. The banners, the architecture—everything whispered of another time. She put on her silk soft pink hanbok and her jang-ot. While she stroll on the market with her slave she considered a friend, Ji-yeon. She asked Ji-yeon to pick up the silk while she stroll by herself.

At the empty market alley, a man accidentally bumped into her and did not even apologized. Her gaze caught on a tall man in a simple robe, his presence commanding though his clothes bore no mark of status. Their eyes met for a heartbeat, and something in his calm, steady gaze unsettled her. The man just looked at her then continued walking away. She threw him a shoe and it hit the man's back but not that hard "Hey! you son of a- do you not have manners? you just bumped into me!" She called out furiously. She had no way of knowing that the man before her—the stranger who turn to face her again tilted his head in curiosity—was none other than the king of Joseon, Lee Eunseok. But he cannot reveal his identity in public