Athena found herself dreaming of him again. The same man, the same blue eyes, the same warmth that made her heart race in a way she couldn't understand.
She didn't know his name, yet the familiarity of his presence wrapped around her like a forgotten lullaby.
Every time she saw him in her dreams, she felt a sense of longing, an ache deep within her bones that whispered of something lost, something she had once cherished but could no longer remember.
She had been trying to ignore it, trying to dismiss it as mere illusions brought upon by exhaustion and the stress of survival, but it was getting harder to deny.
These dreams weren't just random images conjured by her tired mind. They felt real, as real as the world she was currently living in.
And what unsettled her the most was the possibility that these were fragments of her past, memories buried deep within her subconscious, struggling to resurface.
