Mira couldn't focus for the rest of the day.
Her mind kept replaying the same moment again and again.
The silver ring.
The interview video.
The exact same design she had seen in the dream.
She had never noticed that detail before.
Yet somehow…
Her dream had shown it to her first.
"That's impossible," she whispered to herself while sitting at her desk.
Dreams didn't predict details.
They didn't reveal things before you saw them in real life.
At least… they weren't supposed to.
The rest of the workday passed slowly.
Mira tried finishing her tasks, but her thoughts kept drifting.
Every few minutes she found herself staring at her phone again.
Looking at the paused interview clip.
Looking at the ring.
Her heart felt strangely restless.
For the first time, she wasn't just curious about the dreams.
She was unsettled by them.
That evening, Mira returned home feeling unusually quiet.
She ate dinner without watching anything on her phone.
Her mind was too full of questions.
After finishing, she walked to the window and looked outside.
The city lights were slowly turning on.
The night felt calm.
But her thoughts felt anything but calm.
She crossed her arms and leaned against the window frame.
"Okay," she murmured.
"Tonight I'm asking directly."
No more mysterious answers.
No more teasing.
She wanted to know what was happening.
Later, Mira lay down on her bed.
Her eyes stayed open for a long time.
Her mind was replaying every rooftop conversation from the past weeks.
The teasing.
The calm tone.
The strange familiarity between them.
And now… the ring.
She closed her eyes slowly.
"If you appear tonight," she whispered quietly,
"…you're explaining everything."
Sleep arrived quietly.
And soon enough…
Mira opened her eyes again.
The rooftop was there.
The cool wind brushed against her hair.
The endless city lights stretched across the horizon like tiny stars.
But tonight Mira didn't wait.
She turned immediately.
"You're early tonight."
The voice came from the railing again.
He was standing there like always.
Calm.
Relaxed.
But Mira walked straight toward him.
"No jokes tonight," she said firmly.
He raised an eyebrow slightly.
"That sounds serious."
"It is."
She pointed at his hand immediately.
"The ring."
He glanced down briefly.
"This?"
"Yes."
"What about it?"
"You told me to remember it."
"I did."
"Why?"
He looked at her carefully.
"You noticed something."
"Yes."
"What?"
Mira took a slow breath.
"I saw it today."
For the first time, he looked slightly surprised.
"In real life?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Where?"
"In a video."
He tilted his head slightly.
"That's interesting."
Mira narrowed her eyes.
"Don't act mysterious again."
"I'm not."
"Yes you are."
She crossed her arms.
"You knew I would notice it."
"Maybe."
"Why?"
He stayed quiet for a moment.
Then he asked calmly,
"What exactly did you see?"
Mira hesitated.
Then answered honestly.
"A video of a rapper."
He raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Which rapper?"
Mira opened her mouth to answer.
But suddenly she stopped.
Because something strange happened.
Her brain said the name automatically.
Without thinking.
Without hesitation.
"Jisung."
The moment the name left her mouth…
Everything became silent.
The wind.
The city sounds.
Even the atmosphere felt different.
He stared at her.
Not teasing.
Not smiling.
Just staring.
"How do you know that name?" he asked quietly.
Mira blinked.
Her brain suddenly realized what had just happened.
Her heart started beating faster.
"I… I mean…"
"You said it very naturally."
She swallowed nervously.
"Because… he's famous."
"Yes."
"But that's not what I asked."
His voice remained calm.
But his eyes looked more serious than before.
"How did you know that name here?"
Mira looked confused.
"What do you mean?"
"You didn't say 'that rapper.'"
"You said 'Jisung.'"
Her mind suddenly felt completely blank.
Because he was right.
She had said the name without thinking.
But the strange part was…
She had never mentioned that name in the dreams before.
Not once.
Mira took a step back.
"Wait," she said slowly.
"Why does that matter?"
He watched her carefully.
"Because this is a dream."
"Yes."
"And yet you just said a real person's name here."
Mira frowned.
"That's normal."
"Is it?"
"Yes."
"I listen to his music."
"So my brain connected the dream to him."
"That's logical."
He didn't reply immediately.
Instead, he studied her expression.
Then he said something that made Mira's heart skip.
"What if your brain didn't connect it?"
Mira froze.
"What?"
"What if you said it… because you already knew?"
Before she could respond…
The rooftop lights flickered again.
Mira groaned.
"Not again!"
The dream was fading too quickly.
But this time the atmosphere felt heavier than usual.
More mysterious.
Before everything disappeared completely, he asked one last question.
"Are you sure you didn't know that name before these dreams started?"
Then the rooftop vanished.
And Mira woke up suddenly in her room.
Her heart was beating rapidly.
She sat up and ran her hand through her hair.
"That doesn't make sense," she whispered.
Of course she knew the name before.
Everyone knew that name.
But the real question wasn't that.
The real question was…
Why did saying that name inside the dream feel so important?