A tactful foxian girl whose appearance, name, and identity have all been stolen.
The fates have left her a thread of chance at survival, yet the brand of Destruction still writhes with anticipation.
The one in a fugue who has experienced life and death and is given a new life… when would she be able to return home?

The former chief representative of the Whistling Flames merchant guild in the Sky-Faring Commission who nearly lost her life in a strange and catastrophic incident on her return journey.
Her face, name, and identity were stolen by the one who orchestrated it all. Yet, by a twist of fate, a sliver of hope remained, and from the aftermath of the Destruction, she reclaimed her life.
Now, she goes by the name “Fugue.” Whether it be the bitterness of never returning home or the allure of wandering through the starry seas that drives her, one thing is certain — she has risen once more and set out on her path anew.

The jade bracelet that once shielded her lay shattered, the blessing bell had tumbled into the mud, and the vibrantly adorned folding fan had crumbled to ashes.
She could only watch as the ghostly fire of darkness consumed everything she had ever possessed
— reducing all of it to flame and ruin.

For a moment, she only felt regret that she remained just once step behind life.
“I just sealed a major deal with that traveling merchant… such a wasted opportunity…
All that effort for this well-maintained tail, now reduced to nothing…
Even my promise to bring gifts to everyone… will now be unfulfilled…”
A thousand thoughts raced through her mind, but her body remained still, motionless, as tears quietly gathered in the corners of her eyes.

Memories flickered and dimmed like a dying candlelight.
“How much I wish to see Madam Yukong soaring into the sky with the bow I bought for her… It's what she longed for most…
Yanming… From now on, the Xianzhou Merchant Guild will have to depend on him…
I finally found Mengming's tea seed… she'll be overjoyed…
And Yancui… It's time to get a new knife for her…”
A teardrop slid down her cheek, evaporating before it ever touched the ground.

Her vision was gradually engulfed by darkness, and she could no longer make out the path of the Xianzhou ship.
“I had hoped to journey deeper into the skies, but in the end, I don't even know who my enemy is… How could I be at peace with that…?”

Across the universe, oceans of lives fade away with every passing minute and every fleeting second.
Before the presence of the immense power wielded by the Pathstriders, mortals are but specks of dust, carried aimlessly by the wind and waves.

“However, because of that, this is a 'choice' for her, and a risky opportunity for the rest of us…”
— This is a conversation that took place much later between a traveling merchant and a genius.