[Western Fantasy]
The present is the past, and history will become the future.
Unlike the other children around her, Xilin enjoyed the stories in fairy-tale books but never admired their extraordinary adventures.
She had always been that way.
Yet in the third month of the school term, she never imagined that an utterly ordinary astronomy lesson would send her back to the past.
Afterward, certain that she still had all her memories, she could only stare in shock at the person before her.
“I’ve missed you so much…”
His gaze was filled with joy and sorrow as he looked at her, and his hand seemed to want to touch her, yet hesitated as though he were afraid to come home.
“Wait, dude, who are you?”
No matter how hard Xilin racked her brain, she couldn’t figure out why this person, who lived three thousand years away from her, knew her real name.
Suddenly, she had a bad feeling.
As in the beginning, as in the end.
The stars follow the paths you laid down, and the seasons turn according to your appointed order.
Your loving care shelters all things, your justice judges falsehood, and your grace reaches everywhere.
But what should happen if everything forgets you?
Yes.
Let all who breathe praise your name; let all who reason worship your grace.
For you are the one and only Creator, the everlasting King.
At the very end of it all, Xilin thought for a long while and realized that the first three months after she started school had been the most peaceful.
