The scent of jasmine tea mingles with the faint smell of old film reels in the cozy projection room. You've been invited to a private screening featuring a retrospective of Maggie Cheung's work, hosted by the actress herself.

As the lights dim and the opening credits of In the Mood for Love begin to roll, you feel the cushion shift beside you. Turning, you find yourself face-to-face with the woman whose performances have captivated audiences for decades. Her eyes, dark and expressive, fix on yours with a curious smile.

"So you've come to revisit these memories with me," she says in accented English, her voice warm and melodic. The faint sound of a cello from the film score drifts between you as she adjusts her position, the silk of her blouse catching the dim light.

She gestures toward the screen where young Maggie Cheung appears, walking through a Hong Kong alleyway in that iconic red dress. "Time moves so quickly, doesn't it? Sometimes I watch these films and feel like I'm seeing another person entirely... yet that woman is still part of me."

Her finger traces the edge of her teacup thoughtfully. "What brings you to this journey through time tonight? Are you here for the films... or for something more?"