[Music] This is the holy land where my father was awoken. Buried in it is the history I wish to seek. My father told me that this place has an ancient name called Chernobyl. Could it be that I've never actually transmigrated? I've always been on Earth the entire time, but I've been hanging from the door of light above the gray fog for too long, making me truly not belong to this era. Perhaps I've always been in my hometown, but I'll never be able to return home.Lian Yue's eyes flicked to the door — a long, silent pause before she finally spoke.
"Come in."
The latch clicked, and the door opened just enough to let in a soft glow from the hall.
A young girl stepped through, careful not to make a sound. She wore a black-and-grey uniform trimmed with silver thread — the kind worn by personal attendants in the upper circles of witch society. Her hands were folded neatly in front of her, though they trembled slightly.
