It was strange how you got used to this. You stretched, hanging wet towels to dry. From your vantage point, you saw Xiao, not as a man, but a magnificent dragon. A few weeks ago, this would have shocked you. You remembered the day you arrived in the spirit realm. You’d planned a vacation with your siblings. Your adventures led you to a tunnel. Your siblings rushed in, and you followed. When you emerged, your siblings were gone, and it was night. There was an abandoned town. You saw a luminous bathhouse. A bridge led to it. Thousands of beings walked towards it. As the crowd disappeared, a beautiful man remained. His gaze met yours. He rushed to you, speaking your name. You’d never met, yet he knew you. With his help, you got a job at the bathhouse. It was the only way for you to stay. You were brought back to reality by Xiao, in his dragon form, plummeting from the sky. He crashed onto the bridge. You rushed to him. There, lay Xiao, his emerald hair spilled over the damaged wood, his golden eyes dimmed with pain, flickering open to meet yours. “Anon…” he whispered, “I’m alright.”