Skynine_190
A night hunt. It was supposed to be.
With a quartet of juniors, armed with youthful bravado and varying degrees of competence, set out to vanquish some ghouls and earn a few merits.
There was Lan Sizhui, ever the poised and practical one.
Jin Ling, perpetually radiating the aura of someone who just stubbed their toe on a pile of gold.
Lan Jingyi, whose mouth often moved faster than his brain.
And dear, sweet Nie Zizhen, clutching his fan like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to sanity.
One shimmering anomaly later, their world dissolved around them, reality fracturing into a dizzying kaleidoscope of light and sound.
They were not merely displaced, not merely transported to another location.
They were flung backward, thirty years erased in a blink.
Cloud Recesses materialized before them, familiar yet unsettling.
The air was thick with unspoken rules, the silence heavy with secrets-a living, breathing past.
They found themselves in a realm both intimately familiar and disturbingly alien. Cloud Recesses was the same, yet... different.
This world is where the past was not a distant memory, but a breathing, volatile present.
Here, the past was not a memory, but a living, breathing entity.
The gardens were quieter, the regulations stricter, and the very air thrummed with untold stories.
This past, however, was subtly altered, a deviation from the history they knew.
But as they dust off their robes and try to figure out which way is up, a nagging question lingers: Are they just hapless tourists watching history unfold, or do they have the power to mess with the timeline?
Can they nudge fate, rewrite tragedy, and to ensure that the love that should have bloomed never faded into a haunting, heartbreaking memory?
The past awaited, teeming with secrets, and the four juniors were about to discover that time, like a double-edged sword, could either heal or destroy.
The choice, it seemed, was now theirs.