As I finished brushing my teeth, my mind wandered back to the dream I had earlier. It felt incredibly vivid, even though I experienced the events from a third-person perspective. The emotions I felt during that dream were intense and lingered even now.

A sense of nostalgia enveloped me, as if something deeply meaningful to me was missing, yet I couldn't grasp what it was. Lost in my thoughts, a sudden, sharp pain pierced through my head, as if a blunt object had struck me.

Normally, such a sensation would raise concern, but I had been experiencing these occasional pains since I was five years old. Countless visits to doctors had yielded no explanation for these random bouts of pain. Eventually, I learned to live with it, dismissing them as fleeting waves of discomfort. I continued to wash my face, brushing off the pain as just another occurrence.

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As I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, memories of my dream resurfaced. This time, my reflection matched my recollection of myself—black hair, no facial hair, no scars, and the most noticeable difference: brown eyes instead of silver.

Realizing that I was taking too long, I hurriedly washed my face and changed out of my sleepwear. Making my way downstairs, I noticed my sister already wearing her shoes and waiting impatiently by the door.

"Hurry up, Wren, or we'll be late," she exclaimed, tapping her foot on the floor in annoyance.

"Yeah, yeah, give me a sec. At least let your brother grab something to eat," I replied, dismissing her impatience.

"You only have yourself to blame for oversleeping! Oh, and Mom will pick me up today because I have practice after school."

After grabbing a sandwich, my schoolbag, and my keys, I headed out to the driveway and unlocked the car.