At that moment, a strong musty smell and the rough flannels covering her body were the decisive factors for her to calm down momentarily. She was in that small, neglected cellar where she had lived for the past 7 years thanks to the orphanage director. Rising from her improvised bed, she felt the feeling of tranquility leave her, and an indescribable anxiety gripped her heart.

'Is it really over?' - she thought, heart brokenly.

She left the warehouse, running desperately through the corridors, bumping carelessly into more than one piece of furniture, but that didn't stop her. She needed to know, she needed to confirm that everything was okay, that it was just a dream.

Then, the resounding sound of the main door opening, showed in front of her that peaceful city that she thought a few moments ago was destroyed. She sighed in relief as she walked around the city, it had only been a dream, at least that's what she wanted to believe.

Honestly, it wasn't the first time Eira had that dream, in fact, it had already been 7 years since that dream first appeared, and she saw it so often that it began to affect her daily life. Day after day she questioned herself whether she was really in the real world or if it was an illusion she didn't wish to escape from. However, as soon as the sun rose, she realized that her fears were unfounded.

'If this were an illusion, I wouldn't have such a horrible life.'

That was the thought that had kept her sane until now. After all, there was no way that a life where her sole purpose is to be a slave to the other orphans so that she could eat twice a week, was the paradise that an illusion would have brought her.

Having confirmed that her nightmare was over, she went to the river that separated the forest from the city, sitting in front of it as she watched her reflection, since there was no way she would be able to go back to sleep that night anyway.

- It's just a dream, that time was just a coincidence. - she muttered to herself.

And so, the peaceful image of the city bathed in moonlight was stained by that little girl until dawn.