The morning sun broke through the heavy curtains of the master suite, casting long, golden fingers of light across the wooden floorboards. Louisa's eyelids fluttered open. She sat up slowly, expecting to feel the brutal, tearing soreness her mother had warned her about—but instead, a gasp of pure shock escaped her lips.
She felt completely, fundamentally transformed.
There wasn't a single ounce of fatigue in her muscles. Her mind was astonishingly sharp, her vision was crystal clear, and a profound, bubbling wave of vitality washed through her veins. She felt lighter, stronger, and more alive than she ever had in her entire life, as if her body had been thoroughly cleansed by a heavenly spring.
She didn't fully understand the profound cosmic mechanics of what had occurred during the night, but the interplay between Yin and Yang was an incredibly complex science.
