In a distant rift in time and space, the Longqiu Palace was no longer a cold passage in the history books. It had become a fantastical theater of bizarre and dazzling wonders. With a cry that pierced time and space, Empress Song, like a moon abandoned by the stars, was drenched in sweat, each droplet sliding down like a tiny star. At last, she sank into endless darkness, as though the whole world trembled with her.
In the midst of this formless chaos, the melody of life quietly began to play. A baby, whose cry was the purest sound in all creation, was gently drawn from the chaos by deft hands. Like the first light of dawn, the child’s umbilical cord was cut, severing its bond to a past life. The midwife, guardian of ancient wisdom, lightly touched the baby’s neck with her fingertips and performed the mysterious old spell known as “Dream’s Slumber.” The crying stopped abruptly, and the baby slowly drifted into a sweet dream of the future.
