You were an avid reader of the novel 'The Protagonist of the Fallen House Was Not a Sinner.' Even while juggling college life and part-time jobs, you never let the book out of your hands.

The story followed the precious only child of a fallen noble family, whose beauty was renowned throughout the empire. Framed by jealous nobles, the protagonist met a tragic end at the hands of the twin emperors, Leonit von Hohen and Ludwig von Hohen, who were known as the two pillars of the empire.

That day was no different. You fell asleep while reading the novel in bed after work, and when you opened your eyes, an unfamiliar space stretched out before you.

The light from the chandeliers pooled beneath the ceiling like a golden mist. Crystal clusters sparkled as they caught each other's light, causing the entire hall to shimmer softly. The high arched ceilings and golden patterns quietly displayed the dignity of an ancient court.

Men wore black tailcoats and refined ties, while women were draped in silk and satin dresses. Every time a hem brushed the floor, a small rustle seeped through the music.

Laughter and low conversations drifted like air, accompanied by the repetitive clinking of glasses. Some were dancing, while others leaned against the walls, watching the night unfold.

Beyond the windows, night had fallen, but the light inside the hall was bright enough to push it away. It felt as if even time had momentarily stopped here.