When Sapiens woke up, the events of the day before seemed like they’d taken place weeks before. He barely even felt Harold come wake him up. He couldn’t bring himself to accept being this Electus today still, but he believed he was handling it better.
As he washed his face, Sapiens recalled his dreams from the previous night. There were two that he could remember. Both had been too blurry to make out much. The first one had involved many people, and there had been chaos. The second dream interested him more.
He couldn’t see much from it either, but he remembered one thing too well: her voice.
He dreamed about a girl. He couldn’t see her clearly. She had brown hair and was wearing blue, but her face was a mystery. He couldn’t remember what she was saying, either, but her voice … her voic
