Rain startled from sleep. He was drenched in sweat, and his breath was so fast, it seemed like he ran a marathon.
Lyre, who was sleeping next to him, woke up at the disturbance.
He rubbed his eyes.
"What's wrong?" He sat up the moment he saw the expression on Rain's face.
"I saw her, again." Rain rubbed his eyes. "I'm sorry for waking you up. You can—"
"It's okay." Lyre touched Rain's back. "What did she do this time?" Lyre yawned, still feeling sleepy.
"Today, she wasn't just a corpse. She was crawling, seeking help. Her form was much more pronounced, unlike how it was in my previous dreams."
"And?"
"She was crying for help."
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It has been up to a week since Rain met the man who claimed he came from Rain's kingdom.
And since that fateful night, he has been having successions of dreams about death.
Most times, it wasn't clear, at other times, it will be so vivid, it will seem like Rain was among them.
