Jung had taken Ori's appearance, but as soon as he saw her, his face was changed, altered, and transformed.
It happened without him noticing or knowing why, but Jung was back with his Balatro avatar.
It was a body and a face, belonging to his first life—a time when he was a lover with his entire being.
Something that had happened centuries ago but never left his recollection.
"You!" he roared; even his voice was back.
Yet no other words left his mouth.
He was too stunned, too flabbergasted, too afraid to speak.
It was her.
The one and only woman he had loved across the 13 lifetimes.
'Is that a joke? Am I dreaming?'
He asked himself, repeating the question again and again.
Subconsciously, he took steps as well, nearing her, but the closer he got and the longer he watched, the more his jumbled thoughts became chaotic.
Jung was watching a smile—the thing that was never forgotten in his waking or dreaming moments.
