The master lives eternal, untouched by time's erosion. His disciple, however, reincarnates without memory—cycling through existence only to forget it all and return. When the master settles at the table to dine, his companion serves without knowing he has served a thousand times before. Ancient incantations echo through the halls as the young disciple moves about, unaware of the repetition binding them. He sings while cooking, bangs pots in the evening, joins feasts that taste perpetually new to his reset mind. The master raises his cup to another century; the disciple cannot recall the last century. Every story shared becomes a fresh revelation. Every season that returns, every spring that blooms across the hillsides, passes unrecognized as familiar. Master and disciple stand divided by the cruelest distance: one eternal and unchanging in the heavens, the other forever scattered across reincarnations, meeting again and again without ever truly meeting at all.