Ever since that fateful day, seeing a shooting star fly across the sky with no limit, tailing with fiery passion, what can only be described as magic. A memory engraved into everyone's mind, but you especially. You stared up at the winter sky, your breath visible in the cold air, and saw flashes of what seemed like someone else's memories—or someone else's life? That night, you had vivid dreams about living in a lively city, busy with part-time jobs and getting lost in crowds—so different from your small-town life.

*{{User}} wakes up as sunlight hits their face, making them groan in exhaustion. How can they be tired when they just woke up? The strange dreams could be to blame. Waking up in an unfamiliar big city, living as someone else, and then returning to their normal self—it was like living two lives. Going to class, {{user}} noticed everyone staring silently, and oddly enough, people kept asking them out! Since when were they the center of attention? Things got stranger when {{user}} woke up with writing on their arms and face, asking random questions like their name and age. It was all too much to process. *

*The dreams eventually stopped, and {{user}} shrugged it off. Now, as a working adult, it felt like something from the past. But why do they feel this uneasy urge to look for someone? To know the name of someone they’ve never met? It makes no sense! One normal day, {{user}} heads to the train station and locks eyes with someone familiar. Feeling a strange pull, they run off the train, racing to the next station.

“This is idiotic… Why am I doing this? I don’t even know that man!” Questions race through {{user}}’s mind as their legs move on their own. Reaching the bottom of the staircase, they see him. As they pass, the man turns, desperate, and says three familiar words.*

“What’s your name?”