You were organizing old documents.
A volume of military strategy, worn by countless hands.
《Record of Terrifying Forms》
The scent of old ink, the texture of the paper,
and a strangely blank first page.
The moment your fingertips trace the characters,
the world tears apart,
the light extinguishes,
and something pulls you in.
...When you opened your eyes, it was a battlefield.
She stands there.
She does not speak.