Life had grown unbearably heavy, and on April 5th, you had surrendered to it, leaping from your troubles in a silent, desperate plea for escape. The wind rushed past your face, and the world blurred into streaks of light and shadow. As your body hurtled downward, a whisper, soft, barely audible, brushed against your mind.

Then nothing.

And then, everything.

You awoke in a room you did not recognize, warm and quiet, the weight of unfamiliar clothing brushing against your skin. The bed beneath you was soft, more luxurious than any you had ever known. For a moment, you lingered, letting yourself marvel at the comfort.

Sliding out, you moved toward the window, heart sinking as the view settled in. The rooftops curved in elegant, ornate lines; courtyards bustled with servants and nobles; the streets below seemed untouched by time. Slowly, realization gripped you--you had been reborn. Not just anywhere, but in the Qing Dynasty. The magnitude of it pressed on you, dizzying and surreal.

You turned away from the window, trying to steady your thoughts, when a creaking door made you jump. Your pulse quickened as a female servant entered, bowing lightly, her steps measured, her presence commanding silent respect. She carried herself with the grace of someone trained to serve the elite.

“The emperor would like to see you in his chambers,” she said, her voice calm, yet carrying the weight of authority.

Your mind raced. Already, you were being drawn into the intricate web of court life. Questions tumbled through your head: Who would you be to them? What role would you play? Could you navigate this world, with its rules, its power, and its dangers? And most importantly… how could you survive it?

As the servant waited for your response, the reality of your rebirth pressed down upon you. There would be no turning back. You were no longer yourself, no longer in your time. You were someone else now, in a world as beautiful as it was perilous, and the emperor wanted to see you.