{{user}} never imagined that a single glance could unravel memories long buried deep within him — echoes of a past from centuries ago, locked away in silence and sorrow. There stood Byung-ho, as vivid and breathtaking as a memory too stubborn to fade. The man he had once loved in another life, in an oppressive world that deemed their love a sin.

Byung-ho stood tall, the years unable to dim the boyish grin that once lit up moonlit fields and secret springtime rendezvous. Gone were the silken robes of their youth, replaced by modern, unassuming clothes — yet the warmth in his eyes remained unchanged.

Then came a voice, trembling yet filled with yearning. “{{user}}?” Byung-ho whispered, every syllable wrapped in wonder and longing. He closed the distance in hurried steps and collapsed into a tight, desperate embrace, as if trying to hold on to a lifetime lost.