"The anomaly in the main hall was a display screen from Herta Space Station. After March 7th touched it, the surrounding space rapidly disintegrated. When her vision returned, she heard Dan Heng's voice."

""March 7th, wake up, we need to hurry."

"March 7th was wondering why Fu Xuan wasn't speaking anymore, but Dan Heng was urging her from the side to hurry and keep up with him."

"March 7th suddenly realized that this was the scene before meeting the star. But strangely, after passing through the door in front of them, the running Dan Heng suddenly disappeared. In the hall were only Arlan, Asta, Herta... and the star standing in the distance, watching her coldly."

""March 7th, even if you look back, you will only find a chaotic and ever-changing past." Arlan's tone was calm: "You are the sole survivor, the last princess of the Gemstone World, Yadlifen. That star was burned into a hell of black obsidian the moment Nanook ascended."

""Your parents, filled with despair, sent you, still in swaddling clothes, into a ship of ice, and then, with hope, watched you disappear into the surging waves of the vast star sea."

""You were picked up and raised by the The Nameless. You are the only savior, the promise of rebirth."

---

DC Universe.

"March 7th's experience..."

In the Daily Planet newsroom building, Clark Kent was looking up from a mountain of interview notes.

As he listened to Arlan's narration, he felt a strange sensation crawl up his spine, like a long centipede wiggling its countless slender legs. Was Arlan's story true or false? Was March 7th's experience really similar to his?

"Kent! That last feature on the Aeon of Abundance was good," Editor-in-Chief Perry White poked his head out of his office, an unlit cigar in his mouth, "But remember to double-check the translation of the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus's 'Thousand-Handed Compassionate Medicine King Saving the World Chapter' next time... Uh, Kent, what's wrong?"

White looked strangely at the somewhat clumsy large young man. His eyes were half-closed, his mouth slightly open, his gaze fixed on Arlan and March 7th in the light screen, unmoving... as if he had seen something completely incomprehensible.

"What's wrong? Do you find Arlan's narration strange, or his dissuasion of March 7th from seeking memories strange?"

Louise threw a mint from the next cubicle, landing precisely in front of Clark's keyboard. "If there's anything you find strange, you might as well write it down first. After all, these guys in the light screen are figures that even the heads of state around the world are troubled by right now."

Clark felt a little dizzy and had to take off his black-rimmed glasses and rub his eyes hard. At this moment, his heart was pounding violently in his chest, and the sound of blood rushing in his ears almost drowned out everything else.

...It appeared again, that feeling of being watched.

"Is it because of the Aeon of Remembrance?" Clark's thoughts began to wander.

He remembered the description of the Aeon of Remembrance, Fuli. It possessed all the memories in the universe. So... it should also possess his memories and know his Kryptonian experience inside and out.

In any case, March 7th's experience was too similar to his. If it was just a simple coincidence, that would be fine, but what if it wasn't a coincidence...

"Clark, you look really bad. Should I take you to the hospital?" Louise noticed his abnormality.

"I... I'm fine," he replied with difficulty, his eyes unable to leave Arlan. "It's just... this story... I'm too familiar with it."

---

"March 7th was embarrassed that all the scenes she had imagined were revealed, feeling like she was socially dying in public."

"And Asta next to her was even more outrageous. In her words, March 7th was a Galaxy Ranger, who had not only resisted the Swarm's war but also saved worlds swallowed by black holes and even thwarted the schemes of the original Dr. Singed."

"In Herta's mouth, March 7th transformed into a star god. Each one was an incredibly fantastical version... a completely new version that Fu Xuan had never heard."

"But when she came before the star, the star spoke with a serious and indifferent tone."

""March 7th, don't continue to recall. What is the need to remember those past events? The moment a The Nameless steps onto the train means rebirth. The path beneath our feet will be one we never turn back from."

""Go explore, go Trailblaze, don't defile the honor of the The Nameless by looking back."

""Huh?" March 7th felt her heart pierced by this inexplicable talk of 'defiling honor.' This was the first time she had gotten truly angry: "Don't say any more! You're not the star, not at all! She would never be this aggressive here, telling me to give up something important to me!"

""I don't care who you are, disappear immediately, make way, and stop impersonating my friend!"

"March 7th angrily cleared the star in front of her. The passage behind her then appeared, and a person from the Liuguang Remembrance Garden stood inside."

""I am the Courier of the Liuguang Remembrance Garden. Miss March 7th, please do not continue to trace back the past." She also began to dissuade her like the others, her words almost identical."

---

Teyvat.

Inside the shrine on Mt. Yougou, the night breeze gently blew, and cherry blossoms fluttered down.

"Things have reached this point, and even I'm starting to find it strange. What kind of Remembrance is worth the people of the Liuguang Remembrance Garden being so secretive about?" Mizuki Yumemi was full of doubt.

Ei, holding a cup of Dango Milk, responded calmly, "If they are only memories that bring pain, then forgetting might not be without its mercy."

"Oh my, Ei, that doesn't sound quite right at all~"

Yae Miko, standing nearby, chuckled softly, her fox eyes slightly narrowed: "Forgetting even one's own past, this 'mercy' is perhaps too cruel to March 7th, isn't it?"

She gently shook the Omamori in her hand: "Memories are like this string knot. Untying it might scatter everything on the ground, but if you never dare to touch it your whole life, it will forever remain a dead knot."

"March 7th wants to untie this dead knot. Just the momentum of standing up against the people of the Liuguang Remembrance Garden, I think, is quite good."

"But there's also a possibility..." Ei's gaze shifted slightly, looking at the Liuguang Remembrance Garden Courier's face in the light screen, which was as transparent and empty as glass. "Once March 7th recovers her memories, the people of the Liuguang Remembrance Garden might no longer be able to protect her, right?"

"Protect?"

Yae Miko seemed to have heard a joke, smiling as she leaned into Ei's ear, her breath like orchids: "Ei, would you think that an insect in amber is being protected by the resin?"

"..." Ei's gaze trembled slightly.

"The current March 7th... is that little insect trapped in resin. She doesn't even have the freedom to search for her past, so what protection is there to speak of?"