Unlike the others, who dreamed of interacting with Mika, she dreamed of watching him.
Her dreams were like viewing windows into moments that felt achingly real.
Mika as a baby, taking his first steps.
Mika as a toddler, speaking his first words.
Mika at three, at four, at five, every age and every stage, preserved in perfect detail.
Sometimes her dreams showed things that couldn't possibly be real.
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One night, Charlotte entered her second-eldest sister's dream and found herself witnessing a battle of cataclysmic proportions.
The Eternal Queen, the greatest enemy the Battle Angels had ever faced was locked in combat with five familiar figures.
Charlotte recognized her mother and aunts immediately, though they looked different.
Younger. More fierce. Less worn by the years of peace that had followed their victory.
The battle was terrifying and beautiful and absolutely real in a way that dreams usually weren't.
Every detail was precise. Every moment was vivid.
