Song Ciwan saw it—a familiar figure standing atop the surging waves of the great river, suddenly turning to look back.
That face—
—was her own!
In an instant, an intense, overwhelming sensation, like a powerful electric current, shot up from the soles of Song Ciwan's feet straight to her head. It was as if sparks ignited in her mind, setting off an infinite cascade of thoughts in that single moment.
On several occasions before, she had seen a figure flash past in the river of time.
Sometimes she would think it was herself, but the figure always appeared so quickly and its face was always inexplicably blurry. Though Song Ciwan had her suspicions, she could never be certain.
This was the first time she had truly seen it clearly, confirming that it was, in fact, herself!
