After a car accident, she closed her eyes in Blue Star. When she opened them again, she had become a newborn baby in another world.
To her, this is a very magical world, where everything has spirits, and human beings rely on the spirits to live.
There are fruit trees on the mountain in my uncle's house. If the people who go up the mountain are people from non-contractor families, I can use the branches to spin those people like tops; the big horse my father raises is bigger than the house, so I can go out and come back on my own without anyone caring about it, carrying luggage as big as a small mountain; the butterfly my mother feeds is as big as the basin, and when it flaps its wings, the shiny phosphorus powder dusts people's faces.
This might be a very interesting world, if this was not a feudal society.
Purpose: Live hard in a different world
