My head throbbed as if it had been struck by a sledgehammer. I struggled to open my eyes. The first thing I saw wasn't the familiar ceiling of my rented apartment, but a hazy blue-green bed canopy covered in delicate patterns. The air carried a faint, indescribable fragrance, like flowers mingled with incense, refined and never cloying. "Sister Tanyun, you're finally awake! You scared us so much. How did you suddenly faint when you seemed perfectly fine?" A clear, young female voice came from nearby, full of concern. Tanyun? Who was Tanyun? I struggled to sit up, but found my body unusually heavy, and
