холодный восток imperial palace windows, the moonlight slanted across the floor, casting long shadows. in one of the dimly lit rooms, a young woman lay motionless on the bed, her eyes closed tightly. her name was liu qian, a once-resplendent princess, now reduced to a discarded concubine, worthy of only the leftovers of the imperial court.

the world faded into darkness as liu qian's breathing grew shallow. she felt as if she were drifting on a river of oblivion, her body growing lighter with each passing moment. the pain, the betrayal, the heartache—everything seemed to converge into a single point, crushing her spirit until there was nothing left.

suddenly, a bright light enveloped her, piercing through the darkness. liu qian gasped as she found herself standing in a vast, starlit sky.

"whoa, this is... pretty intense," she muttered, her voice tinged with disbelief. she looked down and saw her body floating below, still lying on the bed. she tried to wave her hands, but they couldn't move through the air.