Stripped City Adra: Back to the Future

The next day, Gray woke from her sleep. It was a little past six in the morning. The sun was already hanging high in the sky, radiating blazing light.

She slowly sat up and instinctively looked toward the sofa. Michael was sitting there, flipping through something, with a cup of steaming black tea before him.

"Good morning, Master..."

Seeing that she had risen even later than her master, Gray lowered her head unconsciously, a trace of self-reproach welling up within her.

At the same time, however, an odd feeling surfaced in her heart. This scene seemed strangely familiar, as though it had happened somewhere before. Yet when she tried to recall where, she could no longer remember.

The same was true of what followed. Everything seemed to have happened before, but whenever she tried to think about it, she could not remember clearly. She could only vaguely recall that she seemed to have had a dream.

Dreams were merely expressions of the subconscious, so people could not remember the dreams they had had. The harder they tried to recall them, the less clearly they remembered, like gripping loose sand in one's hand—the effort was doomed to be futile.

Gray's delicate brows furrowed slightly. Holding a fork, she gently poked the surface of her fried egg and watched the thick yolk flow out. The breakfast was exceedingly lavish, and its scent alone was enough to whet one's appetite. It lingered at the tip of her nose, making her stomach growl.

Yet she did not dig in. She was still pondering her dream. This feeling of déjà vu was truly unpleasant.

"What's wrong, Gray? Are you feeling unwell, or is the food not to your taste?"

Seeing that she had set aside the matter of the dream, Gulani lifted his black tea