Closing your eyes in familiar reality—then opening them in another. It seems like a typical tale of a transmigrator. But it’s not so straightforward. Outside the window, coach wheels rattle; along the streets, ladies and gentlemen stroll in outfits from their own era; and at the tips of your fingers, magic comes to life.
But this modest furnished room in a house for rent offers neither a dowry, nor a title, nor useful connections. So you’ll have to achieve everything yourself. And first of all—figure out why the face of your own great-great-grandmother is staring back at you from the mirror!