Riding the Wind

Off-the-Wall Version: I woke up to find my familiar bedroom had turned into the middle of nowhere. What was going on? Wen Susu: Either this is a prank show, or I've transmigrated, which is already an outdated plot. Given the author's limited imagination, I'll go with the latter. Correct. Then take a guess: where have you transmigrated to? Wen Susu: Going by the author's limited imagination, either ancient times or... ancient times. Wrong. Here's a hint: your skills can level up. Wen Susu: ...An online game? Wrong. Here's your second hint: demons, monsters, and immortals all roam the same world. Wen Susu: ...Cultivation? Wait, you just said leveling up... Wrong. Here's your third hint: watch your affection rating. Wen Susu: (shocked) Affection rating? What on earth is going on?!!! Literary (More Like Incomprehensible) Version: A pillow's dream, a butterfly's reverie; in this fleeting life, I laugh, drunk on the city's beauty. Green waters bear a boat, willows droop over distant hills. Who remembers the crimson-clad beauty, whose song once rode the wind?