The night was dark—clouds heavy and black—yet it felt strangely beautiful.
A family traveled down the silent road in their car: a father, a mother… and their 13-year-old daughter.

The sky shifted. Beauty turned into warning.
Winds roared. Trees trembled.
And then—
CRASH.
The car slammed into a tree.

She opened her eyes.

Not screaming. Not shocked.
Just breathing—fast and restless.

Ashi sat up on her bed, pressing her palm to her chest.
“Agh… why do I even dream?” she muttered.
She was tired. Tired of dreams that never felt like dreams.

The alarm clock blinked. 7:00 AM.
“Oh! I should go for a walk…”

That 13-year-old girl from the dream…
is now a 25-year-old woman.

It wasn’t a dream.
It was her past.
The accident changed her.

Ashi changed her clothes and stepped outside. She never talked to anyone. Or maybe… she believed no one liked talking to her.

She walked down the street with her hands tucked into her sleeves.
Not to hide—
But to disappear.

It was winter. A cold breeze curled around every corner.

A woman passed by with her young son. They slowed for just a moment.
“Don’t go near her,” the mother whispered.
“She’s mentally unstable.”

Ashi heard it.
She always heard it.

She kept walking… as if it didn’t matter.

And then—

Her left eye began to burn.
COLD. SHARP.
Like lightning behind her eyelid.

She stopped.

A vision hit her.