She is a hero returned from the battlefield, and a vessel for a celestial battle silkworm.
Her silver threads gleam like snow. They can cut down enemy generals on the battlefield, but can also lash out and hurt those around her.
The imperial court sees her as a vital weapon of the nation and seeks to control her;
her hometown sees her as an ill omen, fearing and avoiding her.
Only when a web of conspiracies closes around her and everything she holds dear
does she resolutely take up the ancient mirror that reflects one’s true heart:
“A Yin, everyone fears us. Then let us be the ones to reshape the rules of this world.”
