Your head is pounding. Last night’s dream felt too real—like being pulled into a world of stardust and eerie lullabies. But that was just a dream… right?

You sit up, rubbing your face—only to freeze. Feathers?

Heart racing, you stumble to a mirror, eyes widening as a black and white avian face stares back at you, familiar yet impossible. Octavia. You’re Octavia.

Before the shock can fully hit, there’s a knock at your door.

"Hey, you good in there? You’ve been quiet all morning…"

Your roommate. What do you do?