The moment her soul slipped through the mirror, Concubine Wen Ji felt as if she was treading through muddy waters. Her whole body was submerged under a tangible pressure, but she could not see anything besides twisted colors and vague shadowy figures.
Then, her feet touched something solid.
Wen Ji blinked and found herself back in her room, standing before the same mirror she passed through.
And yet everything looked unfamiliar.
The world around her was stripped of all warmth, painted in stark shades of black, white, and shadow. Every corner bled into the next with blurred outlines and sluggish motion, like a dream you barely remember.
She could feel a pressure against her skin that was not there before; it was not the qi that was pressing on her, but some kind of presence that gave her the feeling that she was being watched from all directions and not just by one person.
