Mistaken Identity

The neon horizon shimmered with prismatic hues as Ren stumbled through the bustling corridors of the Aquaria District. He clutched the satiny robe someone had hastily thrown over his shoulders. His senses were overloaded—smells of sweet, unfamiliar spices, the hum of layered harmonics in the air, and the low throb of subsonic bass that seemed to vibrate through the very streets.
Holographic signs blinked in languages he couldn’t decipher, and everyone walked with an unbothered confidence, adorned in shimmering fabrics and augmented designs. He felt like a ghost in someone else’s dream.
“Wait!” A voice—smooth like electric silk—cut through the crowd. A young woman with silver braids and piercing amber eyes skidded to a stop beside him. “It’s you! You came back!”
Ren blinked. “Me?”
Before he could resist, she tapped a crystal brooch pinned to her chest. A screen burst to life in midair, revealing a younger man—shockingly familiar. Same black hair. Same sorrowful gaze. Same mole beneath the left eye.
Ren’s breath hitched.
“That’s... not me,” he murmured.
“But it is,” she insisted, eyes wide. “You’re Eron Vale. You vanished during the Final Harmonic Trials five years ago. No one knew what happened, but the songs you left behind—they’re still legendary.”
“I’m not—”
But then her comm buzzed. “He’s at the sector entrance,” a voice crackled. “Bring him now. Kai’s waiting.”
Kai?

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The private shuttle was plush, lined with velvet and chrome, flying low over coral-tower skylines. Inside, Ren tried not to gape at the sprawling cityscape below. Towers twisted like sea kelp, bathed in iridescent light. Above them, translucent whales swam through the sky—projections or real, he couldn't tell.
“Why are you taking me?” he asked the woman.
“To your audition. Stellaris has waited for this moment for half a decade. Kai Virell is personally waiting to hear you sing.”
“I don’t sing,” Ren muttered.
But she only smiled cryptically.

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The waiting room was surreal—crystal chairs, walls that pulsed with ambient music, and soft lighting that responded to his mood. Ren sat in stunned silence. Then the door slid open with a melodic chime.
Kai Virell entered.
He was beautiful.
Sharp-jawed, with silver eyes that seemed to see right through Ren. His presence was magnetic, his voice low and rich.
“You’re late,” Kai said. “But I knew you’d come back.”
“I think you have the wrong person.”
Kai walked closer, standing just inches away. “Then why do you have his song?”
Ren froze. Kai raised a recorder—the one Ren had dropped in the sand. The same one he’d used to hum his mother’s lullaby.
Kai hit play.
The melody filled the room—soft, aching, unmistakably Ren’s.
Kai’s eyes flashed with something unreadable.
“I remember this song. I was a child. Lost. And someone played this for me. It saved me.”
Ren’s mouth parted. “You... heard this?”
“I never forgot it.”

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The audition room was more like a dreamscape—glowing floor panels, floating platforms, and sonic drones weaving light and sound.
“You don’t have to sing,” Kai said. “Just... play what you played before.”
Ren stepped forward, heart hammering. He raised the recorder. The lullaby drifted out, wrapping around them both.
As the last note faded, Kai looked stunned. “You are Eron. Even if you don’t remember it yet.”
Before Ren could argue, the lights dimmed—and then flared red.
“Security breach detected,” a robotic voice intoned. “Intrusion signature unknown.”
The door burst open. A man in a red cloak barged in, eyes gleaming. “We found the Rift Echo,” he growled, pointing at Ren.
Kai stood protectively in front of him. “You’ll have to go through me.”
The tension was electric.

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Later, in Kai’s private penthouse—a sanctum of glass walls and ocean views—Ren sat wrapped in a silken robe, fresh from a shower. Kai poured wine, silent and intense.
“You’re a mystery,” Kai finally said, approaching slowly. “But that song… it’s a bond. A thread through time.”
He reached out, fingers grazing Ren’s cheek.
“Why do I feel like I’ve been waiting for you my whole life?”
Ren’s breath caught.
“I shouldn’t be here,” he whispered.
“But you are.”
Their lips met in a kiss that started soft, unsure, and deepened with a desperation neither understood. Heat spiraled through them, the city a blur of neon outside. Kai’s touch was fire and moonlight.
Clothes fell away. The bed welcomed them.
Their bodies found rhythm in silence and sighs, hearts thudding in sync. In the hush between breaths, that lullaby seemed to echo once more.
And in Kai’s arms, Ren felt—perhaps for the first time—that this strange future might hold something worth staying for.

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