Chapter I looked at the sky outside the window and muttered softly

The column hall of the Karnak Temple in Egypt showcased the ancient Egyptian belief in the worship of Amon, with dense stone columns carved with wall paintings that had withstood the test of time. I did not find the answer I was looking for here. There was never a boy named Aten in history. I thought of something, took out my phone, and searched for "Akhenaten."
In the past, the time period I traveled to was the end of Akhenaten's reign. I had yet to watch the next period of history, Tutankhamun. According to historical records, no person named "Aten" was Akhenaten's son. I felt somewhat disappointed.
"Traveler ahead, do you have any regrets?"
A young man dressed in a black robe, playing with two dice in his hands, asked. When he lifted his eyes, they were filled with worldly wisdom. They were eyes with stories.
"No regrets, just missing someone who never left a trace..."
"Miss Anne, life will have many encounters. Let The memories of past lives be awakening.
"You thought that was something real, but those things may not be confirmed.
"That was just a dream when the plan awakens.
"You will find that you cannot change anything.
"Including history."
I stood there, frozen in place. I was astonished to find that in the fragments of my memories, I could only observe as a bystander from a third-person perspective, with all actions still under the control of the protagonist of my past life. In other words, I longed for just the memories of my past life.