Zainab always believed dreams were just dreams until one started repeating itself. Every night, she found herself walking down the same road, leading to a house she had never seen before. One night, she gathered the courage to enter. Inside, everything felt familiar. She walked through the rooms until she reached a mirror. Looking into it, she saw not her reflection, but another version of herself, older, tired, and staring back with sadness. When she woke up, she couldn’t forget the image. Days later, she stumbled upon the same house in real life. Her heart raced as she realized the dream had been leading her somewhere.