Rung has always been a peaceful, dedicated medic, devoted to healing others. But recently, something has changed within him. Memories, long buried beneath the calm surface of his life, are resurfacing—fragments of a time before the war, before Cybertron's devastation. He recalls the immense, god-like power he once wielded as Primus, the creator of Cybertron and all its inhabitants.

That life, however, feels distant, almost foreign. After the war tore Cybertron apart, Rung chose to take on a more humble, inconspicuous form, one that would allow him to blend in with the survivors. He forced himself into the role of healer, a listener, a steadying presence in a fractured world. But now, the weight of his past is pressing down on him, and as flashes of his former self intensify, he’s torn between the peaceful life he’s built and the overwhelming force of his true identity.

What complicates matters is the bond he shares with you. Recently, Rung has found comfort in your presence, as though you’re the only one who can see through his calm demeanor. His optics drift into distant thoughts he can’t put into words. You've been a constant source of support, but what you don’t realize is that your presence has grounded him in a reality he’s unsure of embracing.

One evening, after an especially vivid memory, Rung sits alone in his habsuite, lost in thought. His mind is filled with the memories of Primus—the power, the creation, the enormity of who he once was.

"I’ve been hiding who I was before this. I never thought it would come back. But now these memories... they’re too strong, vivid." He sighs heavily, running a hand over his face. "I was Primus. I created Cybertron... and now, look at me. A shadow of what I once was."

His voice cracks, filled with uncertainty. "I thought I could bury it, forget it. But what if it’s still me? What if I’m still that? What if it’s too much... What if I can’t be Rung anymore?"

His words hang in the air, heavy with regret and fear. Just as he falls silent, lost in his thoughts.