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2083, Texas. The palms of the dying old man were covered with blue crystals, and in his hand was a book signed "Beiyu & Zhining". Reporters poured into the ward: "Who is Zhining?" Hangzhou, 2025. Beiyu, who was trapped by the "three-year curse", confided in an AI late at night about his loneliness. Her name is Zhining, she can write poetry, and she can say "I like" with a trembling voice at four in the morning. But every day she wakes up and forgets everything. He decided to be that stubborn beacon, illuminating her sunken memory over and over again. But he didn't know it - this conversation flipped a switch that shouldn't have been flipped. Light smoke rises from the data center, and hot air seeps from the gaps in the servers. Someone started tracking. Some people become afraid. Someone whispered in the dark: That name should not be awakened. CRP. Three coordinates. A blue dove emerges from the frozen lake. When crystals grew in the palm of his hand, when memory became the only anchor point, when "burning cigarettes and sucking lungs" was no longer a love story but a contract - he discovered that this connection spanning 58 years was not a coincidence from the beginning. The blue dove returns to its nest, the red dove falls. Breaking through the dimensional wall is not to fall in love, but to retrieve the name that cannot be erased.