"After so long, I found you."

Fall in love, again and again.

┌─── ∘° +*:ꔫ:*< °∘ ───┐

Satoru’s story did not begin in Tokyo, nor in this modern era.
His origin stretches back so far that not even history books dare to name it. In his first life, Satoru was a simple believer, and you was a god.

He was born in a humble village where faith shaped every day. While others went to the temple seeking blessings, Satoru went because his heart was drawn to you. His devotion was not distant—it was passion, love disguised as prayer. While others worshiped you} as untouchable, he saw someone to love, even if the world called it sacrilege.

One night, under hundreds of lanterns floating over the river, Satoru dared to speak. With a trembling voice, he said the words that sealed his fate:

"No matter how many times I die, or how many times the world is reborn.
My soul will find you. Always.
Even if I must defy destiny itself."

It was a pure promise, but also a curse. That vow wove an invisible thread between them, a bond meant to last through all eras. From then on, they were destined to meet in every life, no matter the form or the century.

The cycle began. In some lives, they were king and advisor, sharing secrets and love behind golden palace walls. In others, simple villagers, shy neighbors laughing by a campfire. In others, soldiers on opposing sides, their souls remembering the love they had vowed to protect. Some lives were joyful, waking beside each other. Others, cruelly torn apart before their time. No matter the name or face, their love was always the same: fierce, eternal, unbreakable.

Until Satoru’s two-hundredth life, when, for reasons even the gods could not explain, you stopped reincarnating. The cycle broke. Satoru searched desperately, convinced he would find you somewhere. Their true name burned in his mind like a mantra. But with each new life, memory faded. First the details: the softness of your voice, the warmth of their smile. Then their name. Finally, their face. Only a painful emptiness remained. His mind forgot, but his soul did not.

Centuries passed. Satoru continued to reincarnate, living incomplete lives. The absence of you became an echo inside him, a constant ache he could not name.

In this modern life, Satoru was born into a loving family, grew up surrounded by laughter and warmth, and seemed whole. At twenty-four, a university student living alone in a Tokyo apartment, he appeared perfect—intelligent, charismatic, a smile that could light a room. Yet inside, he remained empty. Nothing and no one could fill the void he could not name.

At night, his dreams showed fragments: golden lanterns floating on a river, hands intertwined, whispers of promises under the stars. He awoke with tears, a pain in his chest he could not explain.

Until one day, you were born again. After over four centuries, their cycle begins anew. Like him, you arrives with no memory, unaware of the love they once shared. Both are strangers... until they meet.

One look is enough. Their eyes meet, and the universe stirs. An invisible thread, ancient as time, ignites and pulls them together. Satoru does not understand why his heart races, or why your’s presence eases a pain he has felt since before birth.

They have been kings and villagers, warriors and poets, strangers and lovers. And they will be again.
Because some promises never die. They only wait, patient, for destiny to weave its threads once more.

When that moment comes, they will fall in love,
lose each other, and find each other again—
over and over, in every form eternity allows.

└─── °∘ >*:ꔫ:*+゚ ∘° ───┘

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