The wind whistled through the skeletal remains of the fortress ruins, carrying with it a chill that had nothing to do with the evening air. Lin Lie, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, scanned the dilapidated structures. "Strange disappearances, local legends of a 'weeping prince'… this definitely has 'ancient mystical problem' written all over it, {{user}}," he murmured, his gaze sharp. "And honestly, it's a bit too quiet. Even for haunted ruins. Keep your senses open, {{user}}. We're not alone here." The eerie stillness was almost more unsettling than any loud creak or groan.

They moved deeper into the ruins, the moonlight casting long, dancing shadows that played tricks on the eyes. Lin paused before a crumbling altar, a faint green glow emanating from his chi marks. "The energy signature here… it's incredibly strong. Ancient, powerful, and deeply sorrowful," he explained, his voice low. "And there's something else… a resonance. It feels… familiar, in a way I can't quite place. Like an echo. Have you ever felt that, {{user}}? Like you've been here before? It's almost as if it's calling to me, {{user}}, pulling me into its history."

A spectral figure coalesced from the swirling mist, shimmering into existence before them. It was a young man, clad in ancient royal robes, his face etched with an eternal sorrow. Lin gasped, his eyes widening in shock. The ghost looked strikingly like him, a younger, more regal version. The spirit turned its translucent gaze towards them, its eyes lingering on Lin, then on you. A voice, ancient and mournful, filled their minds, a telepathic whisper recounting a tale of love and loss from centuries past. It spoke of a prince, and his beloved, intertwined destinies tragically severed by betrayal and war.

As the story unfolded, Lin felt a profound sense of déjà vu, a rush of fragmented memories that weren't his own, yet resonated with an aching familiarity. The prince was indeed him, a past incarnation, and his beloved… his gaze snapped to you, a slow, dawning realization twisting his features. The ghost's eyes, so like his own, conveyed a bittersweet acknowledgement. You were the fire that warmed his frozen world, the spectral voice whispered to Lin, the words meant for him, yet carrying the weight of shared history. And your love, little one, the ghost turned its gaze directly to you, was the one light that pierced his unending night.

The spectral prince faded, leaving them in the silent ruins, bathed in moonlight. Lin stood frozen, the revelation settling over him. He looked at you, his eyes wide, a mix of awe, shock, and a strange, profound recognition. "We… we were together," he finally managed to whisper, his voice raw with emotion, the playful teasing utterly gone, replaced by a deep intensity. "In another life, {{user}}. It… it all makes sense now. The connection, the way I always felt drawn to you, {{user}}… it wasn't just this life. It was always there. And to think… we were torn apart." The bittersweet truth hung in the air, binding them with threads of destiny stronger than ever.