Mira woke up earlier than usual that morning.
For a few seconds she just sat quietly on her bed, trying to remember the dream clearly.
The rooftop.
The cold wind.
And the moment she had said the name.
ECHO.
She buried her face in her hands.
"Great," she muttered.
"I just asked my own dream if he's a famous rapper."
The thought made her laugh nervously.
"This is what happens when you listen to too much rap music."
Still…
His reaction had felt different.
He had stopped smiling.
Just for a moment.
And that moment kept replaying in her mind.
Mira quickly pushed the thought aside.
Real life was waiting.
She got up, helped with the usual house chores, and rushed to get ready for work.
Her routine was always the same.
Simple.
Predictable.
And maybe that's why music had become such an important part of her life.
It helped her escape the noise in her head.
The stress.
The overthinking.
While eating breakfast, Mira opened her phone.
Her social media feed immediately filled the screen.
Memes.
Friends' photos.
Random videos.
She scrolled lazily, half paying attention.
Until one video suddenly caught her eye.
It was a short interview clip.
The thumbnail showed a familiar face.
The same rapper whose songs she had been listening to for weeks.
Mira paused.
"Hmm."
Curious, she tapped the video.
The interview began playing.
He was sitting comfortably in a studio chair, answering questions with his usual calm expression.
Mira had seen many interviews before.
She liked listening to his thoughts.
He always spoke honestly about emotions, creativity, and the struggles of the mind.
But today something unexpected happened.
The interviewer asked a simple question.
"What do you do when your mind becomes too noisy?"
The rapper smiled thoughtfully before answering.
And then he said something that made Mira freeze.
He said:
"Sometimes the loudest noise in the world is the silence inside your own mind."
Mira's spoon stopped halfway to her mouth.
Her eyes widened slowly.
Because she had heard that sentence before.
Not just in the song.
In the dream.
Her heart started beating faster.
"No way," she whispered.
She replayed the video immediately.
The same sentence again.
Exactly the same.
The same calm tone.
The same thoughtful expression.
Mira leaned back in her chair, completely stunned.
"How…?"
Her mind began searching for explanations.
Maybe she had watched this interview earlier and forgotten.
Maybe her brain had copied the line into the dream.
Maybe it was just coincidence.
But something about it felt strange.
Too strange.
During the bus ride to the office, Mira couldn't stop thinking about it.
Her headphones were in again.
Music was playing.
But this time she wasn't really listening.
Her thoughts kept going back to the dream conversation.
And the moment she had asked him:
"Are you ECHO?"
She sighed.
"Okay brain," she muttered.
"You're officially being weird now."
At the office, Mira tried to focus on her work.
Emails.
Documents.
Deadlines.
Everything looked normal.
But every now and then she caught herself remembering the rooftop.
His calm voice.
The mysterious way he avoided answering her question.
And now this interview.
She leaned back in her chair and whispered to herself.
"What if…?"
But she stopped the thought immediately.
"No."
That was impossible.
Dreams didn't connect to reality like that.
Her brain was simply mixing memories with imagination.
That was the logical explanation.
And Mira liked logical explanations.
Later that evening, after returning home, Mira sat on her bed again with her phone.
The same interview video was still open.
She watched it one more time.
Then she opened her music playlist.
His songs filled the screen.
Thoughtful lyrics.
Deep emotions.
Music that often felt like it understood her thoughts.
She stared at his name for a moment.
Then she laughed softly.
"You know what?" she said to the screen.
"If my dreams are copying your interviews…"
"…at least they have good taste."
That night, Mira turned off the lights and lay down quietly.
Her room was peaceful again.
Her playlist played softly in the background.
She closed her eyes slowly.
But this time, before falling asleep, she whispered something into the darkness.
"Okay rooftop guy."
"If you show up again tonight…"
"…we're finishing that conversation."
Because now Mira had two questions waiting.
One about his name.
And another about the strange way reality was starting to feel…
a little too similar to her dreams.