Awakening in a Fleeting World

On a snowy night, he dragged his battered body onward, leaving a trail of blood as he wandered without direction. The snarling voices behind him drew closer and closer. When the last snowflake landed on his shoulder, he finally collapsed.

Was he still going to die?

In a daze, he saw a flash of bright color appear before him. He thought he heard a soft voice say, “Don’t be afraid.”

His heart stirred.

That day, auspicious clouds gathered. A white-robed deity, wreathed in an ethereal aura, wielded a divine sword and summoned a rain of spirits. Spring breezes swept across all directions, and suddenly he found himself in a garden of flowers.

He was bewitched.