Waking up from the Dream and Seeing the Princes

I always have strange dreams. In my dreams, I will meet different women. Some are empresses who have ruled for eternity, some are sitting high in the sky, some are dressed in red, and some are silent. They have different identities and different temperaments, but they will all marry me one day. Then, I will die. Sometimes he died under the sword of an assassin, sometimes he was buried in the sectarian disputes, and sometimes he died before the heavens fell. Every time, I thought it was just a nightmare, until one day, I woke up, and the people in the dream began to appear in reality one by one. Some of them have long been famous in the heavens, some are respected as ancestors by future generations, and some stand at the end of the road overlooking the world. But the strange thing is - the way they look at me is not right. Later, I gradually discovered that those dreams were not dreams, but forgotten reincarnations. I am not looking for anyone, but I am looking for something... That has been lost for a long time. For some people, meeting is cause and effect; for some, meeting again is just the return of old dreams. And above the heavens, there is a gaze that is always watching all of this. It knows. But can't say.