Jane Eyre has had a dream every day since she was five years old, and it is the kind that never repeats itself 365 days a year. Every time Jane Eyre wakes up, she has to spend a few minutes digesting the dream she just had. Because the dream is so real, so terrifyingly real.
Suddenly one day, a man came to her, and she realized that none of this was accidental.
Intention: when false becomes true, true is also false