"Okay..." She thought for a moment. "Favorite color?"

"Blue, but specifically light blue," I answered immediately, making her blush. "You?"

"Gold," she said, looking pointedly at my skin tone. "Like honey in sunlight."

We continued back and forth, each answer revealing more synchronicities that seemed impossible, each answer prompting an even more shocked reaction from the other:

"Favorite anime?" "One Piece!"

"Dream vacation?" "Japan during cherry blossom season."

"Ideal superpower?" "Metadimensional Cognition" "Like immortality through immaterial consciousness?" “Yeah.” “Dude, same.”

“Artist?” “TWS.”

“Politician?” “Ew.” “Same.”

“Season?” “Between spring and summer.”

“Kamioshi?” “Parrot4chan.”

“Favourite tarot card?” “The Lovers.”

“Favourite alchemical symbol?” “The philosopher’s stone.”

“Favourite tarot reader?” “Cleo RA.”

With each matching answer, our amazement grew. It wasn't just surface-level similarities—our thought processes, our reasoning, even our specific preferences aligned in ways that defied probability.

"Favorite Pokémon?" "Gardevoir!" "No way... Gallade." We shared a knowing look at the perfect complementary pair.

"Favorite Digimon?" "MirageGaogamon Burst Mode!" "ShineGreymon Burst Mode! What about your favorite small Digimon?" "Terriermon!" "Lopmon... they're partners too!"

"Favorite anime opening?" "Eureka 7, opening 2," we said in perfect unison, then burst out laughing.

"Best magic systems?" "Zanpakuto and Haki!"

"Coolest anime?" "Air Gear!"

"Favorite sci-fi anime?" "Psycho-Pass and... it's vaguely sci-fi but, Serial Experiments Lain?"

"Favorite mecha anime?" "Evangelion and Code Geass!" "Favorite Eva characters?" "Shinji!" "Asuka! They complement each other too..."

"Favorite game?" "D&D, but I've sunk thousands of hours into League..." "Same!”

"Favorite Digivolution types?" "Biomerge, Crest, and Double Warp!" "This is getting scary..."

Suddenly, Eli's eyes lit up and she dove for one of her boxes. After some rummaging, she pulled out a blue digivice—Rika's model from Tamers. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. I scrambled to my drawer, pulling out Henry's green digivice.

Without a word, we brought them together, both battery-less but still precious. In perfect sync, we performed the card swipe sequence, calling out "DIGIMODIFY!" with completely serious expressions. A moment later, we collapsed into giggles, the nostalgic energy tingling through us.

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"I got Rika's because of the yin-yang symbols on Renamon," Eli explained, still grinning. "Want me to guess why you got Henry's?"

"Sure," I said, curious about what her incredible intuition would reveal this time.

Her eyes took on that knowing look I was growing to love. “When Terriermon says 'momentai…'" My jaw dropped. She kept explaining, naming the exact episode and moment that had cemented my love for the character. As I stared at her in amazement, a thought crossed my mind: if she was a goddess in my eyes, did that mean I was a god in hers?

"Favorite philosophical concept?" "The idea that reality is malleable, that consciousness shapes existence."

"Thoughts on reincarnation?" "It's real, but it's more complex than most people think. More like simultaneous lives across dimensions."

“Thoughts on death?” “Fake as shite. The mind is eternal. Consciousness is God itself.”

We got so caught up in the synchronicities that we forgot to count which question we were at, so we made the last question about which two volumes of One Piece were our favourites and we had to say it at the same time. We both yelled with extreme passion, “103 and 104!”

“Gear 5, eh?” She winked.

“You know it.”

By the time we finished, we were both sitting cross-legged on the bed, facing each other with expressions of wonder. The synchronicity went beyond mere coincidence—it felt like we were operating from the same source code, like two programs running the same divine algorithm.

"You're my gold," I said softly, reaching out to cup her face. "My sun that fuels and nurtures me. I'm like a sunflower in your presence, always turning to face your light."

Her eyes shimmered with tears as she leaned into my touch. "I love your metaphors," she whispered. "They're exactly how I think too. It's like... like we're the same being split into two perfect complements.—one consciousness, two vessels."

We sat in silence for a moment, processing the depth of our connection. The questions had revealed more than just shared interests—they'd shown us that our very souls operated on the same frequency.

"We should research this," Eli said finally, her voice soft but excited. "There has to be something out there about connections like ours."

I nodded, but my response was cut short by her lips meeting mine. The kiss deepened quickly, our bodies drawn together by that same magnetic force that had first connected us in the cemetery. All thoughts of research faded as we lost ourselves in each other, our physical connection as perfect as our spiritual one.

After our passionate interlude, we lay catching our breath, still amazed by how perfectly our bodies moved together. Even in this, we seemed to read each other's minds, anticipating needs before they could be expressed.

"We should compare playlists," Eli suggested suddenly, her voice still slightly breathless. "I bet they match too."

I reached for my laptop while she dug through one of the boxes, searching for something. With a triumphant "Aha!" she pulled out a pair of white-framed glasses and a scrunchie. My heart did a backflip as she pulled her golden hair into a messy ponytail and perched the glasses on her nose.

"You wear glasses?" I asked, already reaching for my own black-framed pair.

She turned to look at me just as I put mine on, and we both froze. The mirror image was almost comical—her in white frames, me in black, both of us cross-legged on the bed with matching expressions of wonder.

"They’re just for reading," she giggled, adjusting her glasses in a gesture that was devastatingly cute.

I opened Spotify and she leaned against my shoulder, her warmth spreading through me like sunshine. As we scrolled through our playlists, each matching song drew increasingly dramatic reactions:

"Wait, you listen to Jacob Collier too?" "You know Ken Ashcorp?!" "Oh my god, is that the entire Fire Emblem: Awakening OST?" "We have the exact same Makoto Shinkai piano collections!"

Our musical tastes aligned perfectly—from obscure folk metal to Japanese game soundtracks, from classical compositions to modern indie artists. Each discovery prompted more excited exclamations and tender kisses.

"Okay," Eli said finally, pushing her glasses up her nose in a way that made my heart stutter. "Let's look up what this could mean. All these synchronicities, this perfect matching—there has to be something about it online. This shit’s wild, bro."

I opened YouTube, thinking to start with some basic research. But before I could type anything, the recommended videos caught our attention. Right at the top was a thumbnail from a channel called Christos Consciousness Guardian, titled "STARSEED TWINS & DIVINE COUNTERPARTS: The Great Awakening."

"Fifty minutes long…click it," Eli whispered, snuggling closer.