The film script arrived in a manila envelope without a return address.
Yu Zhen hadn't expected it — he wasn't even officially a screenwriter in this world. His role under the contract was vague: "companion presence during promotional events."
Yet when he opened the envelope that night, he found a full draft titled:
ECLIPSE OF TWO GODS
The opening page made his stomach tighten.
Two celestial beings love against heaven's law.Their punishment: reincarnation across broken worlds.
It matched their truth almost word for word.
Yu Zhen flipped through the pages, heart pounding.
Scenes appeared eerily familiar:
• A general guarding a fragile soul-priest in a shattered empire• A vampire lord swearing blood oath beneath a red moon• A mafia don protecting a doctor against gunfire in rain
Every world… their worlds.
[MEMORY FRAGMENT 5 — CRITICAL ACTIVATION] [CROSS-WORLD RESONANCE DETECTED]
Yu Zhen sat down slowly.
Someone knew.
Or the universe was bleeding truth into fiction.
Lian Xuan's Reaction
He found Lian Xuan in the penthouse living room, reviewing lines for his next role.
Yu Zhen silently placed the script on the coffee table.
"What's this?" Lian Xuan asked.
"Just read."
Minutes passed.
Lian Xuan's posture changed with each page — jaw tightening, breath slowing, eyes glazing faintly.
He whispered:
"…I dreamed these scenes."
The confession hit harder than any revelation could.
"You dreamed the past I lived," Yu Zhen said calmly.
Lian Xuan lifted his gaze.
"Then this isn't a coincidence," he murmured.
[MEMORY SYNC EVENT: INITIATED]
He rubbed a hand over his face.
"I kept seeing flashes before sleep… black wings, burning courtyards, blood under moonlight."
Yu Zhen stepped closer.
"They're fragments."
Lian Xuan froze.
"Fragments of what?"
"Us."
The First Unmasking
Silence thickened.
Lian Xuan stood slowly, towering before Yu Zhen now — vulnerability stripped bare beneath the usually untouchable composure of stardom.
"Explain it to me," he demanded quietly.
Yu Zhen met his eyes without flinching.
"We were once gods," he said simply.
The words should have sounded mad.
But instead—
They felt remembered.
Lian Xuan went utterly still.
"My head tells me this is insane," he whispered."But my chest tells me this is the truth."
He exhaled shakily.
"Every time you look at me… I feel like I already failed you once."
Memory tore violently at the edges of his consciousness.
[MEMORY FRAGMENT 5 — SURGE: 71%]
He staggered back, gripping the wall.
"Xuan!" Yu Zhen rushed forward and caught him.
Their foreheads collided gently.
A shockwave of resonance rippled through the room — lights flickering, windows trembling.
[SOUL THREAD FEEDBACK LOOP] [SHARED DREAM PARAMETERS STRENGTHENED]
Lian Xuan's breath came ragged.
"I don't want to lose you again," he said hoarsely.
"You never lost me," Yu Zhen whispered."…Only the memories."
The Almost Confession
They remained close — breaths mingling — hearts pounding too loudly for silence.
Lian Xuan's hand rose, hesitated near Yu Zhen's cheek.
"No contract can script what I feel," he said quietly."And I don't think it's pretend anymore."
Yu Zhen gave a faint, sad smile.
"It never was for the soul."
The moment stretched —
—but broke when Lian Xuan's phone buzzed.
Reality intruded.
An awards rehearsal reminder flashed on-screen:
GLOBAL CINEMA AWARDS – STAGE BLOCK – TOMORROW
Lian Xuan reluctantly stepped back.
"These memories—" he said tightly, "—they're building toward something."
Yu Zhen nodded.
"The awards night."
Something told him the convergence point of Fragment 5 lay ahead.
[MEMORY FRAGMENT 5 — 71% AWAKENED] [SOUL THREAD: INCREASING INSTABILITY] [AFFINITY LEVEL: 91%]