The chill in the air had begun to fade, little by little, while the birds whispered their chirping all around, and people’s features seemed to glow with the arrival of spring.
Inside the classroom, beneath the murmurs of the breeze, Lina’s hair strands shimmered as she sat in her place, watching the teacher explain the lesson. She rested her hand against her cheek, observing in silence. She looked as if she were searching for something—or perhaps she had lost something and was trying to remember where and when.

Her brown eyes gleamed under the sunlight slipping through the window, shaping a presentable appearance without her presence.
She wasn’t here.
Only the body was.

"Those eyes…" Lina spoke to herself. "That dream… ah, damn all of this."
She shifted the way she was sitting, as if suddenly attentive to the teacher in front of her, then spoke again within herself, "Why can’t I forget, like I always do? This… is exhausting."

As if she  had enough of thinking, she returned her attention to her surroundings—only to realize the class had ended without her leaving with a single idea of what had happened.

Elsewhere… there was someone who understood what was going on—or at least remembered more than the other.

As Laith walked away from school, unusually calm, he moved slowly, smiling. He lowered his head slightly toward the ground, then lifted it and said,
“Ah… this feels more like time travel than a dream.”

He laughed softly, surprised, then added,
“But… why does that girl’s scent remind me of the scent in the dream?”

He questioned himself, sounding almost insane as he spoke aloud, then wondered again,
“I didn't saw her face in the dream…”

He stopped at a crossroads and said,
“It can’t be that—”
He didn’t finish.

His eyes were drawn to someone standing across the road.

Lina stood on the other side of the street.
Laith stood still, staring from where he was.

Lina wondered as she looked ahead, "Who is he… again?"
Laith smiled slightly, tilting his head.
“It’s impossible for her to be the woman from the dream… she wasn’t a girl… she was… hmm, I think in her early thirties.”

He smiled—then the smile faded quickly.

Laith began analyzing rapidly.
“Was I… also in my thirties?”

Both of them stood frozen in their places, each analyzing in their own way, each questioning the other’s identity.
The road buzzed with cars, the noise around them almost unbearable..

And yet, they stood there,
as if nothing could be heard at all.