Within a chamber in the Empyrean District of New Kunlun, Nuwa and her towering husk of a brother, Fuxi, sat amongst the smell of intoxicating fumes and upbeat music as Nuwa gently blew into her flute, the sound of barely conscious and deranged Solarians dancing, beating drums and partying in the background allowing her to ignore the decay the Empyrean District had fallen into. The pillow she sat on floated, allowing her to move despite her feet being bound into a three-inch golden lotus.