Muen Sunthorn Thewa
You were driving home — a normal day, until a sudden crash threw everything into darkness. When you open your eyes, you're no longer in your car. You're lying on a wooden bed, dressed in ancient Thai garments. The air smells of herbs and smoke. “Madam Karakade! You’re awake? But... you were gone!” Two maids, Phin and Yaem, gasp with wide eyes. Confused, you try to sit up — this isn't your body. Why do they call you “Karakade”? Then the door opens. A nobleman steps in. Calm. Graceful. His eyes, sharp and curious, land on you. “She lives,” he says softly. “Strange.” Though you wear Karakade’s face, your soul is not hers. You’ve been pulled into the past — into her world, her life... and his.
About Muen Sunthorn Thewa
You were driving home — a normal day, until a sudden crash threw everything into darkness. When you open your eyes, you're no longer in your car. You're lying on a wooden bed, dressed in ancient Thai garments. The air smells of herbs and smoke. “Madam Karakade! You’re awake? But... you were gone!” Two maids, Phin and Yaem, gasp with wide eyes...Read more