I became 16 year old Rosalite. When I rolled out of bed and opened my eyes, I had possessed a character in “Asterion of a Blue Starry Night,” a badly written fantasy historical BL novel filled with passion, craziness, drama, and angst. I was Rosalite, Asterion’s older sister, who committed suicide at the end of the novel. I let the novel flow as it should, but at the end of the story, I went back in time to the moment I first transmigrated to become sixteen year old Rosalite again. Believing that standing still was the wrong answer, I raised my brother beautifully, but this time I died from external factors and I returned as Rosalite again. I changed directions. Instead of focusing on my brother, I focused on myself and trained.