After waking up for the 38th time, she found a bronze mirror in an abandoned old house. There was a faint blue light in the mirror, and there were symbols in the light that she couldn't understand. The phone also received a message: "You are finally here. We have been waiting for you for a long time."
She didn't recognize the number, but her heart ached as if it had been branded a thousand times.
The indifferent senior on campus has a pair of eyes exactly like those in the dream. He said: "Have we... Met?" She replied coldly: "No." But her body remembered - remembered the blood, remembered the chains, and remembered that someone had walked through the wind and snow to pick her up.
Are those recurring nightmares past lives or erased memories? Why does that string of numbers engraved in the mirror seem to be calling her by another name?
If even "hating you" is written - then is "liking you" her only real rebellion?
Intention: Even if your destiny is defined, you can still choose to be the real "me"
