I wake up to a soft glow filtering through the tent. It's a cozy space, large enough for two beds. It reminds me of the war tents from back in the village, but more intricate.
Venidith's voice breaks through the morning haze, accompanied by a touch on my abs. "You're awake... That dream was interesting," she says, her curiosity evident. "Who is she? I watched a faceless girl and a child version of you, and her name isn't blurred out."
The notion that she saw my dream raises questions about the supernatural, a concept I've grown more accepting of since the rapture.
"Hey, Venidith, what's Transmigration?" I inquire, shifting my attention towards her. She sleeps in the same bed as me, even though there's another one unoccupied. Sam is peacefully asleep on that bed.
