She was once the empress of the Han Dynasty. In the end, she hung herself with a white silk cord.
Two thousand years later, she awoke in a stone coffin in the Northern Frontier. Her husband had become a regent, her son a puppet, and her enemy a gatekeeper.
They were all waiting for her.
Waiting for her to become Wei Zifu again.
She refused.
She walked alone to a well and jumped in.
Beyond the gate lay every road she’d never taken. If she’d never entered the palace. If she’d never killed herself. If she’d become someone else. One Wei Zifu after another, all with her face and lives she’d never lived, asked her: Would you like to stay?
She didn’t.
When she climbed back out, she had an old cloth doll in her arms. It wasn’t hers, and yet it seemed to be.
She said, “My life is mine alone. In this life, I won’t wake for anyone.”
Theme: A reunion spanning two thousand years. The Wei clan stands shoulder to shoulder in the desperate reaches of space to rewrite the fate of the stars
