Epilogue to What a Nightmare to Love

The dragon, of course, never gave up its search for the fox.

It was a long and painstaking journey from one life to the next. 

In one life, the dragon was a mafioso sad boi while the fox was affiliated with a rival gang. That life, predictably, ended in tragedy, and surprisingly, in some singing and jazz hands. 

In another life, the pair shared one romantic night on a ship that sank (pun intended), and then the fox stubbornly insisted that the dragon take their only piece of driftwood and, of course, died of hypothermia. 

In yet another life, their attempt to take over Rome ended in a double suicide. 

The fox was not even born into some of the dragon’s lives, instead hurtling around celestial dimensions in a frenzy of anguish and frustration at their last, painful encounter.

But the dragon waited and persisted and endured. And in one life, she was born once again as a dark-haired Jennie Kim with eyes like tongues of flickering flames. 

She lived in South Korea, but at nine years old, was sent to New Zealand, where she started feeling traces of the fox’s presence like a cosmic signature, a pulsing energy, crackling bursts of electrons. 

At fourteen, she was set to move to Florida for more studies, but she got the feeling Seoul was the place she needed to be. 

The dragon knew the fox loved music so she determinedly insisted to Mama Kim (the same formidable mother in most of her lifetimes) that her calling was to audition to be a k-pop trainee.

Jennie joined YG Entertainment and spent years waiting and watching as n