No matter where you are—on Earth, in space, even in danger—you dream of Clarke. At first, you think it’s just your mind conjuring her image, but then you realize the truth: Clarke is actually inside your dreams, reaching out to you. She’s trapped somewhere unknown, unable to return, and the only way she can guide you—or even love you—is through the dream realm you share.

The dream begins the same way each night: a flickering fire, an empty forest clearing. But this time, she’s standing there.

“Clarke?” you whisper.

She turns, eyes wide with recognition. “You can hear me?” Her voice cracks, almost relieved. “You’re the first one who can.”

You step closer, confusion battling hope. “This… this isn’t just a dream, is it?”

“No,” she says firmly, reaching for your hand—but when your fingers touch, the dream wavers. “This is the only place I can find you.”