In the peaceful confines of her dream, young Lyra frolicked with motherly joy as she played with a young boy. They laughed and giggled together, enjoying each other's company.
But suddenly as she gazed into the boy's eyes, a sense of unease washed over her. The calm eyes of her young friend seemed to pierce through her soul, revealing something she couldn't quite understand.
The dream took a dark turn as her breathing quickened. "Hu, Hu..." Lyra gasped, waking up abruptly from the vivid dream.
Her heart raced, and her face was drenched in sweat as she tried to shake off the unsettling feeling that lingered
...
The next morning, the classroom felt different to Asher. The atmosphere seemed charged with tension as he noticed Liam, Osam, and even Lyra looking at him with varying expressions.
Asher silently made his way to his chair, trying to maintain a calm exterior while his mind swirled with conflicting thoughts.
