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When she foresees the complete silence of the village market, she knows something is coming. But as the storm arrives and her vision unfolds before her eyes, she is faced with a chilling realization—what if she isn’t just seeing the future… but is meant to change it? Dark omens? A hidden gift? And a question that will change everything.
CHAPTER 1: The Silent Market
The morning sun filtered through the cracks in the terracotta walls of Sophia’s house. The village of Qasr El-Tebeb was quiet, but her mind was restless.
The dream from the night before lingered in the air like a haunting melody she couldn’t shake. Always the same pattern: vivid, colorful, yet unsettling images. This time, she had seen the village market—once lively—deserted under a strange orange light.
For three days, she had carried the weight of this vision, knowing that soon, the market would fall into silence. She had learned that these dreams were not mere figments of her imagination—they foretold events. But Sophia still didn’t understand why these visions always appeared three days before they came true.
As she walked toward the well, where the villagers had already gathered, her heart pounded. No one knew what was coming. Should she speak? Who would believe her?
A girl with golden eyes, already known for her strangeness, talking about visions of the future? Her fingers tightened around the well’s rope as she pulled up the water, the dream replaying in her mind over and over.
The third day arrived, and everything happened as she had feared. A violent desert storm swept through the village. It was as if the air itself had risen, carrying away the market stalls.
The market fell silent, just as it had in her dream. Sophia felt both awe and terror. Every time her dreams came true, it was as though she lost a little more of herself to the mysterious forces she did not understand.
After the storm, the village seemed frozen in time, paralyzed. Sophia stood apart, watching the ruins of the market. She could have warned them, could have told someone what was about to happen, but a paralyzing fear had held her back.
What would they have said if they knew? That she was cursed? A witch? Perhaps even responsible for what she saw in her dreams?
She lowered her head, her eyes fixed on the dusty ground, her heart heavy with questions. Why her? Why did these visions come to her and not to others? Was it a blessing or a curse? She had no one to confide in.
Her parents had been gone for years, and the other villagers had always looked at her with wary suspicion. There was something about Sophia that unsettled them, and now, this strange ability only deepened her sense of being different.
"What if..." she often murmured to herself, "what if I could change what I see?" But even that thought terrified her. Who was she to alter the future?
Each night, the dreams became clearer, more intense, as if the future itself was pulling her toward it. But she didn’t know what to do with this gift—if it was even a gift at all.

And then, the question that haunted her most: Why do my dreams always come true three days later? Was it mere coincidence, or was there a deeper mystery that even the village elders could not explain?
She watched the villagers picking up the remnants of the marketplace. They seemed resigned, as if accepting that life in this remote desert village was meant to be a constant struggle against the invisible forces of the world.
But Sophia knew something else was happening. Something only she could see. The thought sent a shiver through her.
"What if it’s not just the future that I see... but an invitation to change it?" The idea sparked in her mind like a flame, but she didn’t know how to respond to it.
Everything in her wanted to cry out to the world what she saw, but silence felt safer. That night, she retreated to her home, her heart pounding with fear and uncertainty.
She sat by the window, watching the stars rise over the desert, wondering if they, too, already knew the future.
Should she keep this secret forever, or would she one day dare to use it for something greater? And in the silence of the night, a question struck her—one she barely dared to form: "What if every undesirable reality you are living right now... is nothing more than a dream?"
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