The golden Pool

Madam Lian's mouth curved into a smile that revealed teeth too sharp to be human. "They cannot resist what they truly are. The whispers of gold are already flowing through their veins, awakening memories older than their human lives."

Outside, Hong Kong's skyline glittered in the distance, unaware of the ancient powers stirring in the hills above the city—powers that would soon reshape the very substance of reality for five friends who had come to make a film, but would instead reawaken an ancient legacy bound in scales and fire. Were they ready?

That night, as storm clouds gathered over Hong Kong, Jacqueline stood before the mirror in her suite, the midnight blue robe from the temple draped over her shoulders. The silk felt unusually heavy, yet somehow alive against her skin—almost as if it breathed with her.