"Leo, what's wrong? Are you uncomfortable, or is something bothering you?" Hera asked after noticing how different he seemed. He looked unfocused, his gaze drifting into empty space, so unlike his usual self.
But how could Leo explain what was really weighing on him? He was still haunted by the dream from last night. It wasn't just vivid, it had felt real. Yet he was certain it wasn't a fragment of his own lost memories.
No, it seemed more like a collection of memories belonging to someone else… maybe even several people. The dream had been eerie, too lifelike, and it stirred emotions in him so intensely that he couldn't stop his mind from circling back to it.
Still, how could he put that into words? It all sounded strange, even to him. He didn't understand the meaning, only that it felt tragic, like a riddle wrapped in sorrow. All he knew for certain was the heavy weight pressing down on his chest.
