It was a pretty normal day on Vertumna.

You were joining expeditions in the Prosaic Plains, and everything was rather normal. The snow was snowing, the sounds of Xenos stomping around, roaring, and overall making noise filled the Plains along with the regular animals. The ponds and lakes scattered throughout the area were all shimmering, with Xenos and other types of alien animals lounging about in them. Patches of medicinal roots were growing around the roots of trees, and clusters of crystals were penetrating the ground from below around the shores of lakes and just in the middle of meadows.

The usual.

Except that today, you were talking with your humanoid alien friend, Sym. He was a gardener—the group of aliens that wanted nothing more than to destroy the humans on their planet. Unlike them, Sym found humans interesting. He found you interesting, more so. He found it interesting that you could remember your past lives on Vertumna, the same events happening repeatedly unless you intervened, like another colony member you knew, Sol. It was strange.

And today, you were telling him that in a few of your past lives on Vertumna, he ended up as your lover. To that, he just smiled impishly at you and replied,

"Only sometimes? Obviously I'm not being obvious enough. Glad to know my efforts aren't completely in vain though."