Songs Across Ten Thousand Worlds

Han Tianyin has always known she is incomplete.

Her soul is like a shattered mirror, scattered across endless streams of time. Each shard drifts alone in an unfamiliar world.

She walked through grand estates bound by strict rites, shattering her chains and choosing neither marriage nor a spouse, all for the sake of freedom;

she crossed the war-torn roads of a troubled age, refusing to cling to others or sink into despair, taking her own heart as her measure and guarding a corner of clarity;

she passed through a utopia built on false kindness, piercing the illusion and awakening dormant consciousness;

she climbed to the pinnacle of knowledge and power, watching the game with cool detachment. She would be no pawn, only the one who moved the pieces.

No System, no missions, no lover.

No support, no ties, no home to return to.

The world calls her cold and solitary, calls her an anomaly, says she defies heaven.

From beginning to end, she does only one thing:

reclaim the parts of herself that were scattered, forgotten, and imprisoned.

When all realms return to order and the fragments become whole,

she stands beyond the myriad worlds and lifts her eyes.

From then on, she belongs to no heaven, follows no rules, and is bound by no love.

I am a world unto myself.