You found yourself standing in the center of a horizonless field, where the grass swayed to a wind you couldn't feel. Before you stood the girl: her long, raven-black hair spilled over her shoulders, and her dark eyes held a weight that felt far too heavy for a stranger. She looked at you with a somber, knowing expression.

"I wish we could meet in the waking world," she whispered, her gaze locked onto yours with unsettling intensity. "But that is a luxury we aren't afforded. You don't know who I am yet, but believe me—I know everything about you."

The confusion felt like a physical weight. You had never seen her face in reality, yet here she was again, haunting the only place where you couldn't escape her. It was just another one of these inexplicable dreams... or so you tried to tell yourself.