The morning sun filtered through the curtains of my room, casting a soft, golden glow on everything it touched. I stretched lazily, savoring the warmth of my bed for a moment longer before finally pushing the covers away. Today was a day I had been looking forward to—no training, no pack duties, just me, my thoughts, and the ever-growing stack of notes I had accumulated over the past few weeks.
After a quick breakfast, I headed back to my room, feeling a strange mix of anticipation and calm. My desk was already piled high with papers, notebooks, and folders, each one containing pieces of the puzzle that were my dreams. I had been dreaming more frequently, and not just the usual dreams where random thoughts and memories mingled. No, these were different—vivid, intense, filled with symbols
