Chapter 253: The Journey of a Drop of Blood

**Dorothy’s POV:** I was dead. This truth was undeniable. Death, as I experienced it, was a peculiar sensation, a blend of gentleness and pain. It felt as though I was floating in water, yet simultaneously plunging endlessly into the vastness of the universe. The bindings of my mortal form had dissolved, leaving behind a wandering soul with no path to return, drifting between the realms of heaven and earth. Who would come to guide me? As I hovered on the edge of the unknown, a flicker of fear crept in. Would the Moon Temple open its arms to a devotee of the Goddess of Fate? Could the River of Fate accept a fragment of moonlight's shadow? I had no answers. No one came for me. Tears, hot and unfamiliar, fell upon my ethereal form, burning into my soul. Who was mourning? My heart ached, though my mind remained shrouded in darkness, unable to perceive or recall. The source of this profound sorrow was as enigmatic as my inability to shed tears of my own. The tears vanished as swiftly