She waited for millions of years, through countless ages.
She could have chosen to wake her sooner, but she loved watching her sleep too much. That body slumbering underground was the only thing in the world she had ever seen that she treasured more than her own authority.
So she watched, for a very, very long time. Long enough for the world to change its face several times, long enough for the sea of old to become land, long enough for her to almost forget that she had anything else to do
But she still hadn't forgotten. She hadn't forgotten a thing.
The gears of the world began to turn. Gu Nuoan opened her eyes and found herself in the body of a girl, indebted to someone she couldn't identify, in a strange world where steam and mysticism coexisted, with no way to find home.
All she knew was that she wanted to go home.
But someone didn't want to let her leave.
That being hadn't locked her up or cursed her. She had simply and quietly turned the home Gu Nuoan longed to return to into something only she could give her.
Overturning the world was love. Keeping her trapped was love, too.
[You can't escape. You said so yourself: all of it.]
"I don't plan to run anymore, either."
