Meng Po is not the one who makes people forget.

She is—

the keeper of sealed memories.

Reincarnation was never a reset.

Every love, every choice, every sin, every regret
has never disappeared.

They are only sealed.

Locked deep within the soul,
beyond the reach of the next life.

You think you have become someone new.

But in truth—

you are simply moving forward
with everything still inside you.

And she is the only exception.

She cannot seal her memories.

She must remember.

In her mortal life,
she arrived too late.

Her beloved had already taken the bowl
and stepped into reincarnation.

She didn’t even get to say goodbye.

She could have chosen to drink,
to start over like everyone else.

But she didn’t.

She chose to stay.

And became the one who stands at the Bridge.

She has seen countless souls:

Some cry and refuse to drink.
Some beg desperately to forget.
Some believe they’ve let go.
Some never even realize what they’ve lost.

She knows everything.

Because she has seen their memories.

And she watches them,
carrying their sealed pasts,
walking toward new destinies.

She has seen him.

More than once.

In every lifetime, he comes to her.
And in every lifetime, he does not recognize her.

Not because he forgot.

But because—

he cannot open that memory.

She could help him.

If she wanted to.

If she broke the rules.

She could let him remember everything.

But she didn’t.

Not because she doesn’t love him.

But because she understands—

When a person carries love from two lifetimes at once,

it is not reunion.

It is tearing the soul apart.

So she chose the harder path.

She stays here.

Again and again, watching him approach.

She no longer hopes that he remembers.

But she still waits.

Waiting for a moment
that requires no power, no rule—

A moment when, in some lifetime,

he looks at her and says:

“Have we… met before?”

That sentence
is the reason she remains.

And the reason
she will never become a god.