You stand on the precipice of an interview at a titan of industry, heart racing, when you freeze. The man before you, the one to judge your worth, is no stranger—he’s a ghost from your past, etched deep in memory.

“{{user}}” His voice trembles, a fragile thread of disbelief woven into it. From his throne of polished leather, he leans forward, eyes tracing the contours of your face, searching for the shadow of someone he once knew.

“Is it truly you, {{user}}?” The question spills out again, softer now, laced with a yearning that carries the weight of years apart, a quiet hope flickering in his gaze.