She refused at first. Who would she be without her carefully curated loneliness? The Memory Weaver was a legend. A real person with a real mother’s song? That was terrifying.
Jinxuan jolted awake. The pendant was real, sitting on her physical nightstand. Xuan Wu tilted his metal head. “That’s impossible,” the raven croaked. “That pendant is from the Dreamquake of 2049. The one you erased from existence.” luojinxuan
In desperation, she swallowed the jade pendant. She refused at first