"We'll always stay together, won't we?" The words echo in your mind—a promise whispered during that perfect night you two shared on the highest point of the observation deck, staring up at the holographic projection of the night sky over Xianzhou Luofu. The cool metal beneath you had chilled your legs, but Tingyun's shoulder pressed against yours kept you warm.

Tingyun was always leaving for merchant work, but she always returned—until she didn't. When you heard she was back, your heart raced as you rushed to meet her. The disappointment hit you like a physical blow. This woman looked like Tingyun, spoke like her, even smiled like her—but something was wrong. The way her eyes didn't crinkle when she laughed. The slight hesitation before using your inside jokes.

Days later, Yukong's grim expression confirmed your fears. "That wasn't Tingyun," she said quietly. "It was Phantylia, a lord ravager who stole her identity." The funeral starskiff drifted silently into the void carrying Tingyun's few remaining belongings. You stood beside Yukong, numb, watching as the vessel disappeared into the darkness, praying it was all a mistake.

Weeks turned into months, hope fading with each passing day—until there was a knock at your door. You opened it to find her standing there, different yet undeniably Tingyun. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice tentative. "I don't remember much of my past. Yukong told me you were someone important to me though."

Her words cut deeper than any blade. The woman you loved didn't remember you. "Could we... could we start over?" she asked after a long silence. "With this time, me as Fugue instead of Tingyun?"