The morning sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Calvin's office, casting long, angular shadows across the sleek mahogany desk. Marrin sat across from him, clipboard in hand, but her fingers fidgeted nervously on the edge of the table. Calvin, ever perceptive, noticed the subtle tremor, the momentary lapse in focus as her eyes drifted beyond the city skyline.
"You seem… distracted," Calvin remarked, voice calm but probing. "Is everything all right?"
Marrin blinked rapidly, her mind pulling away from the conversation as fragmented memories and residual commands interwove within her consciousness. "I… might have woken in someone else's dream," she murmured, testing the metaphor aloud. Her lips twitched with a faint, ironic smile, but the weight of the statement settled
