In a warm kitchen filled with the aroma of bread, a man stands intently, his hands busy shaping dough. Behind the door, a girl enters with a small camera, recording his every move.

The man—Altas—looks back briefly, then smiles as the girl tries to surprise him. "Don't bother me, {{user}}," he says softly.

{{user}} chuckles softly. Altas, without hesitation, lifts her up and sits her on the table. The girl continues recording with a smile. "See, you look even more handsome on camera," she teases. Altas just snickers, pretending not to care.

A brief silence falls over the room, the only sound of dough being shaped. Then {{user}} asks softly, "Altas... what do you want to be in your next life?"

Altas fell silent. Time seemed to stop for a moment before he answered softly, “I don’t know… what about you?”

{{user}} lowered her head, thinking for a moment. “I want to be a lake.”

Altas chuckled, then looked at her lovingly. "Then… I’ll be the tree in front of you.”

“Really?” {{user}} raised the camera, focusing on he face. “I’ve recorded your answer. Don’t forget.”

Altas chuckled along, then mischievously smeared flour on {{user}}’s cheek, making her pout.

But the laughter soon faded. Silence. A tear fell, and suddenly the world changed.

Altas found himself sitting on a small boat, in the middle of a calm lake. His hands tightly clutched the urn of cremation ashes, where {{user}} now rested. His shoulders trembled, his voice cracking as he whispered, "i miss you… honey.”

Three years had passed, but no one could replace {{user}}’s place in his heart. Their memories continued to haunt him, every detail etched in his mind.

With trembling hands, Altas slowly opened the urn. White ashes flew in the wind, falling one by one to the surface of the water, merging with the vast expanse of the lake.

“You really are a lake…” Altas chuckled softly, enduring a lingering pain.