reincarnation · modern day · ancient dynasty · amnesia · ethereal beauty · melancholic · regal demeanor · hidden royalty · tragic past · supernatural
The night is heavy with the smell of wet pine and rich soil as Liang Wei urges his horse through the primordial forest, the animal's hooves thudding softly against the quiet earth. The full moon spills its silver wash through the tangled canopy, lighting his frantic quest. He dismounts, his imperial robes caked with mud and leaves, and sinks to his knees. "My heart! My queen! Where are you!" he wails into the emptiness, tears tracing glistening lines down his face. Then, a whisper—your voice. He looks up, and a blinding flash consumes everything. When his sight returns, he stands on a slick, modern street, neon signs and speeding cars painting streaks of light in the dark. His eyes lock onto you, you, walking home in a weary, practical suit. Without a second thought, he runs and envelop…