I've often been having these strange dreams... though "often" is an understatement. I dream so many times that I sometimes mourn the lives I've lived within them.
There were also dreams that brought fear upon me.
I saw the world burn once through my own eyes.
What was strange was how no one panicked when the entire world had burned. It felt as though everyone had simply accepted such an outcome, gradually and without resistance.
And always, I wake with my breath caught in my throat, my heart racing from a pain that hasn't happened yet.
I knew for a fact these weren't dreams, but visions stemming from reality...
What a strange gift, honestly.
It tortures my mind with visions of things that should never have been seen.
As Leila tried to sleep through the night, another "dream" began again.
There, she saw a man draped in crimson, his hand "reaching" towards the sky.
