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I dreamed I was inside a tornadoās eye, and it was silent
Not the roarājust stillness, like being in a glass dome. The clouds spun outside, but inside? No wind, no sound. Just me, standing on a field of black soil that felt warm underfoot. I reached down and pulled up a handful of dirtāit turned to ash as I watched. Then I looked up and saw my own face in the sky, not reflected, but written there, like a name carved into cloud. I didnāt feel afraid. Just⦠known. Woke up with rain tapping the window, same rhythm as the dream. Still donāt know if it was a warning or a gift.
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