Yue felt as though she were drifting across a boundless sea of clouds.
There was no weight to her body, no resistance to her thoughts. She flowed like a fallen leaf carried along a gentle river—effortless, unburdened, utterly at peace.
The current beneath her was warm and obedient. She did not need to paddle or steer; the river bent naturally to her will, reshaping its course before she even formed the intention. It felt as though the world itself was responding to her presence.
As she surrendered to that current, her perception deepened.
The "river" was not water… it was time.
It was the spiritual lineage of existence itself.
