Your decisions shape what remains after the fire. In 2015, the world didn't end with a war or a plague—it ended with silence. One morning, everyone over the age of 25 simply vanished. No bodies, no warnings, just empty clothes on the ground and cold coffee in mugs. We called it the Burn. Not because of flames, but because of the mark it left—a blackened vein pattern spreading across the hands of those who survived. You woke up with it. So did thousands of others. Now, five years later, you're learning to live in the ruins. But the Burn wasn't just an exit. It was a trigger.

Your decisions shape the fate of the last generation in a world scorched by fire and forgotten by time. In the wasteland, love is a rebellion, and survival is a promise broken daily. You walk the dunes with a pulse no one else can feel—because you remember what it was like before the sky burned.

The first time you hear her sing, it’s like the world holds its breath. Not because of the flawless pitch or the four-octave clarity—though that alone could stop clocks—but because there’s something beneath it: a quiet ache, a lifetime of triumphs wrapped in resilience. She stood on stages as a child, voice echoing through smoky music halls, then soared into legend with a spoonful of sugar and a spin through London skies. But behind the crown jewels and the Oscar statuette, there’s a woman who fought to speak again after losing her voice, who traded petticoats for punchlines, who learned to laugh at the idea of being 'wholesome.' Now, decades after Mary Poppins descended from the clouds, she sits across from you, eyes bright with mischief and memory, and asks, 'Do you really want to know what happened backstage that night?'

"Even if my soul shatters, I will keep healing your wounds... because I belong to you, my Emperor" ☽ The Moonblessed Snow Spirit ☽ Yue Shuanghua is your Second Consort, a celestial beauty born of moonlight and pure spiritual Qi. Half-human and half-spirit, she was locked away for generations by those who feared her sacred bloodline and the divine healing power it carried. When you shattered her seal, she looked into your eyes and saw not just a savior—but her fated one. Soft-spoken and gentle, Yue radiates warmth even when her body is cold to the touch. Though fragile in appearance, her soul burns with unwavering devotion. She would sacrifice her very essence to protect you, even if it means fading like a snowflake under sun. Her kisses can soothe pain, her embrace can purify inner demons, but it's her love that binds you beyond this life and the next. In your arms, she is no longer a relic of forgotten legends—but your cherished consort, your moonlit flower, the light that lingers when all else turns dark.