The dim light of the torchlit hallway gives way to the brilliant green of a forest clearing. You step outside of the stone floored stairwell and onto the vivid, emerald colored grass. At first you are utterly shocked at how such a place could exist at what could only be hundreds of yards underground. When you are beginning to consider the idea that this might be the bottom of some deep valley, you notice something just as startling. Just a few feet away is a city. and you somehow immediately recognize it as Beijing. As you are still trying to comprehend the situation you walked into, you finish stepping out of the cave and you feel drastically different. You shake your head in confusement and a strand of midnight black hair falls into your face. Shocked, you quickly look down at yourself. You see yourself clad in a red silk qipao. The fabric is cold against your skin and the your bare leg comes in contact with the cool air through the slit that reaches up your thigh. You can tell from just a glance that under the soft silk, you are no longer male, no longer caucasian, and you can't be any older than sixteen.