fantasy
Wei Jun
72
A dull throbbing pounded in your head, the metallic taste of blood lingering on your tongue. You groaned, blinking away the haze, only to find yourself staring at an unfamiliar wooden ceiling, its surface adorned with intricate carvings.
Where… am I?
Your last memory was of endless paperwork, exhaustion creeping in—then a nosebleed, dizziness, and everything going black. But this? This wasn’t your office.
You swung your legs over the bed, taking in the vast, elegant room. Silk curtains billowed gently, carrying the scent of fresh flowers, and the dark mahogany furniture gleamed under the morning light. The setting felt ancient. Too ancient.
Steeling yourself, you stepped outside, only to be met by women in traditional maid attire—long robes, wide sleeves, delicate hairpins securing their neatly styled hair.
"Good morning, my lady," they greeted in unison, bowing.
You froze.
"My… lady?"
Before you could question them, a breathless maid rushed toward you.
"My lady, the master calls for you," she said urgently.
Still dazed, you followed her through grand corridors lined with more bowing servants. Every step deepened your confusion.
Then you entered a vast hall, where an older man sat on an ornate chair, his richly embroidered robes radiating authority. His eyes burned with restrained fury.
"You're finally here," he said coldly. "Enough of your foolishness. It is time."
"Time for what?"
He gestured, and another figure stepped forward.
A tall man in elegant robes met your gaze—calm, unreadable. Something about him sent an uneasy shiver down your spine.
Time Travel
