Absolutely! Here's the revised text with a focus on correcting grammatical errors and improving the overall flow. I've also made some minor adjustments to word choice for clarity:
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She thought it was neither too early nor too late to wake up. She got out of bed, but her body felt weak, and she couldn't speak. The thought of water flashed through her mind, and suddenly, a memory of her dream – the time when she was also unable to speak – washed over her. The world seemed to spiral, its center unclear. Sitting with her legs hanging off the bed, she stared at the ceiling before suddenly losing strength in her legs once again and collapsing.
When she regained consciousness, it was 6 AM, a little later than her usual wake-up time. She had always been punctual, if not early, for school. A 17-year-old girl with hopeful eyes, Lily came from a family that was neither rich nor poor. Her life was ordinary, except for the recurring dream she couldn't remember.
Now, her eyes filled with tears, a sense of loss and anxiety washing over her. She couldn't recall the details, but the memory felt so important. "It must not be important if I can't remember," she told herself.
After getting ready for school, she went downstairs to find her mother cooking. "Why didn't you wake me up? You know I hate being late," Lily asked. Her mother's silence hung awkwardly in the air.
"Why aren't you saying anything?" Lily pressed.
Her mother turned and stared at Lily for a few seconds. "After what happened this morning," she began, "your father and I decided not to wake you." Lily was speechless.
She ate breakfast and was about to leave when she saw her friend Alice walking toward the house. They had planned to walk to school together. Lily rushed towards her friend and apologized, to which Alice playfully replied, "I never expected our honor student to be late!"
Lily had no response. Alice continued, "Silent again? You definitely get this from your mother." Lily managed a small smile. They began walking to school, and as expected, Lily was late. The entire class stared at her as if she'd committed a crime.
"This is how society works," she thought. "They expect you to be good all the time, and when you falter, they treat you like trash." Lily ignored the stares and took her seat.
The rest of the school day felt normal, except for the barrage of questions at lunchtime about why she was late. She knew it was because of the dream but felt it would sound silly if she admitted that. The other girls gossiped, making up their own reasons. Lily tuned them out; she had a bigger question on her mind: What was that dream? She couldn't remember.
The day ended, and it was time to sleep. The mystery of the dream haunted her. She drifted off, and when she woke, it was a new day. Nothing unusual occurred, convincing her the dream was just a one-time thing. Her normal life resumed.
Five days later, the sun turned a strange shade of red in the sky, and the world began to fade into shades of black and gray. "Mom, what's this?" Lily shouted, running towards her mother.
"What's what?" her mother asked. Lily realized no one else could see the change. Tears streamed down her face. "What happened? Why are you crying?" Her mother's hands rested gently on her shoulders.
Lily began to lose consciousness. Her mother's voice filled with concern, but Lily couldn't speak. The distorted colors intensified until everything went completely black.
Suddenly, Lily found herself in a strange place. Everywhere she looked, mirrors reflected her image. She was trapped, the images surrounding her. Unable to shatter the mirrors, she sat down and cried. The mirrors began to crack, and a faint, familiar voice echoed, "Grandma? Are you there?"
Memories of her previous dreams flooded her mind. In a reflex, she shouted, "YES!"
The mirrored floor beneath her vanished, and she fell, screaming. When she opened her eyes again, she was in an unfamiliar room with a pure white ceiling. A window to her right revealed a cyan-colored world outside. The air smelled new, and the only sound was a rhythmic breathing to her left. She turned to see a young girl who looked just like the one from her dreams.
Speechless again, Lily listened as the girl said, "Wait, I'll get you water." She noticed how smooth her own hands looked, like her younger self. After drinking the water, she finally spoke. "You look different."
The girl smiled. "So do you."
Lily remained silent as the girl broke the quiet again. "It's because of the current Lily, or rather, the Lily of your timeline. We're in the future, and another Lily exists here – an older version of yourself. She's allowed you to borrow her body. Your mind is overlaid on hers. This device – she built it to connect past and future."
Lily was bewildered. "Don't worry about understanding it," the girl reassured her. "Simply put, the future Lily planned all of this."
"So, why am I here?" Lily asked.
"There's a device only your eyes can open," the girl explained, "and the current Lily has lost her vision."
Lily sighed. "So you need my eyes?"
"Yes," the girl confirmed. "We need your help. You're still young."
A pause hung in the air. Then, Lily asked, "So, what's my relation to you?"
"Since I call you grandma, that means I'm your granddaughter," the young girl replied.
Lily, in awe, grabbed the girl's shoulders. "You're MY granddaughter?" The girl nodded. A wide smile spread across Lily's face.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"The same as yours."
"Lily?"
"Yes," the girl confirmed. "But it'll be hard to call each other the same name, so let's call you Lily Junior."
"Better yet," the girl said, "call me Elina. It's the nickname you gave me."
"Great choice indeed!" Lily exclaimed. "But aside from that, why do you look older?"
"It's the time difference," Elina explained. "This isn't Earth. Humans faced the brink of destruction many times, but we survived and evolved. We can live on other planets now, and we're on a planet called Type D."
"Type D?" Lily repeated, confused.
"That's not important right now," Elina said.
"Okay," Lily agreed.
"Any more questions?" Elina inquired.
"Yes," Lily said. "The first time we met, you were stuck under rubble, but unhurt. Why?"
"It was the dress," Elina explained. "It can handle a lot of weight."
"Are you done with your questions?" Elina asked.
"Yes," Lily confirmed. "So, what now?"
"Look out the window," Elina instructed.
Lily approached and opened the window, gasping at the sight. They were high up in an apartment, but that faded into insignificance compared to what else she saw. A colossal building dominated the landscape. It defied description – beautiful beyond compare, it seemed to pierce both the ground and the sky. Objects floated around its immense structure, which itself appeared partially levitating. The building's beauty defied logic.
From behind her, Elina said, "We have to go there."