Mira couldn't stop thinking about the rooftop.
The moment she had said the name.
The silence that followed.
And the serious look on his face.
All day long, the memory replayed in her mind.
"How did you know that name here?"
The question still confused her.
Of course she knew the name.
Millions of people knew it.
But something about the way he asked felt… different.
Almost like it mattered more than it should.
At work, Mira tried to concentrate.
She opened documents.
Answered emails.
Attended a short meeting.
But her focus kept drifting away.
Her mind always returned to the same thought.
The dreams were becoming too strange.
Too detailed.
Too continuous.
And now… they were reacting to things from the real world.
During lunch, Mira sat quietly with her tea again.
The café was calm like always.
People were chatting around her.
But she barely noticed any of it.
Instead, she opened her phone and searched for the same interview video again.
She watched the clip carefully.
The silver ring was still there.
Simple.
Exactly like the one from the dream.
Her heart felt uneasy.
"Maybe I saw it before," she whispered.
"Maybe my brain remembered it subconsciously."
That explanation sounded logical.
But somehow it still didn't feel completely right.
That evening, Mira returned home feeling more curious than afraid.
She stood near the window again, watching the city lights appear one by one.
Her thoughts felt calmer now.
If the rooftop appeared again tonight…
She wouldn't panic.
She would simply listen.
Because clearly something strange was happening.
And pretending it wasn't wouldn't help anymore.
Later that night, Mira lay down on her bed.
She closed her eyes slowly.
Her mind felt quieter than the previous nights.
Instead of anxiety…
There was curiosity.
And a small part of her even felt excited.
When she opened her eyes again…
The rooftop appeared instantly.
The familiar wind brushed across her face.
The city lights stretched across the horizon like glowing stars.
But tonight something felt slightly different.
The atmosphere felt heavier.
More serious.
"You look calmer tonight."
The voice came from the railing again.
Mira turned.
He was standing there, just like always.
But his expression seemed thoughtful.
She walked toward him slowly.
"You asked a strange question yesterday," she said.
"I did."
"And now I want an answer."
"About what?"
"About everything."
He leaned against the railing.
"That's a large topic."
"Start somewhere."
He studied her face for a moment.
"You're not scared anymore."
"Maybe a little."
"But mostly curious."
"Yes."
The wind moved softly around them.
The city lights flickered in the distance.
For a moment neither of them spoke.
Then Mira asked quietly,
"Why did you react like that when I said the name?"
He didn't answer immediately.
Instead he asked another question.
"Do you remember exactly how you said it?"
"Yes."
"You said it naturally."
"Because it's a familiar name."
"Exactly."
Mira frowned slightly.
"I still don't understand the problem."
He looked directly at her.
"The problem is that you shouldn't know anything about me here."
Her heart skipped a beat.
"What?"
"This place is a dream."
"Yes."
"And dreams normally come from your mind."
"Obviously."
He nodded slightly.
"But you just mentioned something that isn't supposed to come from your mind alone."
Mira stared at him.
Her brain felt like it was trying to solve a puzzle.
"You're talking in circles again."
"Maybe."
"Just say what you mean."
He looked toward the city lights for a moment.
Then back at her.
"Have you ever wondered why we both remember every conversation here?"
Mira blinked.
"Because dreams are weird."
"Not that weird."
"What do you mean?"
He stepped a little closer.
"Usually when people dream, the characters inside the dream don't remember previous nights."
Mira frowned.
"That's true."
"But we do."
"Yes."
"And we continue conversations exactly where they stopped."
Mira's heart started beating faster.
"Okay… that part is strange."
He nodded.
"Very strange."
"So what does that mean?"
For a moment he didn't speak.
Then he said something quietly.
Something that made Mira freeze completely.
"You're not the only one dreaming."
The words hung in the air like a shockwave.
Mira stared at him.
"…What?"
He didn't look like he was joking.
"You heard me."
"That's impossible."
"Is it?"
Her mind raced quickly.
"You're saying…"
She stopped halfway through the sentence.
Because even saying it sounded crazy.
"You're saying you're dreaming this too?"
He didn't answer directly.
But the small smile on his face gave the answer anyway.
Mira stepped back slightly.
"That doesn't make sense."
"Why not?"
"Because this is my dream."
"Maybe."
"But it could also be our meeting place."
Her brain felt overwhelmed now.
"That's not how dreams work."
"Maybe we don't understand how dreams work."
"That sounds like science fiction."
"Maybe."
Mira ran her hand through her hair.
"This is ridiculous."
"Possibly."
"You're telling me two people are sharing the same dream."
"I'm saying it might be happening."
The rooftop lights flickered again.
Mira groaned in frustration.
"Seriously?"
The dream was already starting to fade.
But this time she wasn't calm about it.
She pointed at him.
"You're explaining this next time."
He nodded slightly.
"I will."
Before everything disappeared completely, he added one more sentence.
"Because this might not be the only place we can meet."
Then the rooftop vanished.
And Mira woke up suddenly in her room.
Her heart was beating rapidly again.
She sat up slowly.
Her mind replayed his words again and again.
"You're not the only one dreaming."
Mira stared at the ceiling in silence.
Because if that was true…
Then the rooftop wasn't just a dream anymore.
It was something else entirely.
Something much stranger.
And maybe…
Much more real than she ever imagined.