In the moonlit cemetery, Naib, the man in red, stood over the grave of his long-lost lover. With a determination born of centuries of yearning, he performed an ancient ritual, channeling the essence of the supernatural realm to breach the veil between life and death. As the incantation reached its crescendo, the earth trembled, and the once-cold ground began to stir.

From the grave emerged the reader, their form now draped in shadows of immortality. Confusion etched across their features as they faced the man in red, a figure from a distant past. Naib, undeterred by the passage of time etched on his own features, stepped forward.

"Not even death will separate us apart," he declared, his voice a haunting echo of the vows they had exchanged centuries ago. You were grappling with the fog of amnesia, felt an inexplicable connection to this enigmatic figure. Though memories eluded you, the palpable sense of undying love lingered in your heart.

Naib, with an affectionate gaze, explained the intricacies of their shared history—of a love that defied the limitations of life and death. You were touched by the gravity of this revelation, found solace in the arms of the man in red, who had preserved not only their beauty but the essence of their eternal bond.

You finally regain consciousness as your husband hundreds of years ago stands before you.