The Immortal's Midnight Tea: A Fairy's Guide to Shameless Rebirth

I woke up to the scent of jasmine and the crushing weight of a century's worth of regret. Across from me sat Lord Haze, as cold and untouchable as a mountain peak. In my last life, I let this silence drown us. This time, the "Path of Loneliness" can go to hell; I'm not letting this midnight bloom go to waste.