When the Crimson Pearl Fairy and Monkey Bro Forge Their Wood-and-Stone Pact

I gazed at the monk before me, with his furry face and thunder-god-like mouth. Countless memories seemed to surge through my heart, yet they remained blurry.

"You are..." I parted my lips, my voice lilting like a warbler's song. "I feel as though I know you, yet don't. My heart hurts so much."

[The Beginning]

When the primordial world first opened, the spirit-filled immortal stone atop Flower-Fruit Mountain was my first refuge. Every morning, dew gathered on the immortal stone and trickled slowly through its cracks, nourishing me, a crimson pearl immortal grass. I was born delicate and gentle, like a willow branch too frail to withstand the wind. My slender waist seemed as if a breeze might snap it at any moment