Sacred Dance I: The Tragedy of Wu

In the early hours of a winter morning, as the sun and moon traded places, a streak of light shot across the sky and descended upon the Aiying Orphanage in City X. In the backyard stood a century-old parasol tree. Beneath it was an ancient well, and beside the well sat an old rattan chair. When the streak of light faded, it left behind a white swaddling cloth. Inside, a rosy-cheeked baby slept with closed eyes, completely unaware of the changes in the world around it.