A little girl, no more than five years old, wandered through the streets of an unfamiliar city. She wore an elegant black gown that made her look like a young princess from a forgotten kingdom.

It was night.

Ancient street lamps lined the empty roads, their lights flickering on and off. Their royal, old-world design gave the city a timeless beauty. Everything around her felt magical, as though she had stepped into a city that existed only in legends.

She didn't know where she was or how she had arrived there.

As she walked deeper into the silent streets, she noticed a man standing ahead of her.

He looked to be around twenty-five years old—tall, broad-shouldered, and dressed in a finely tailored black suit embroidered with intricate designs. Although his face was blurred and impossible to make out clearly, there was something strangely captivating about him.

Instead of calling her by her name, he looked at her and said,

"Noctavelle."

He slowly extended his hand, inviting her to come closer.

As she looked at him, her eyes fell upon a strange tattoo on his forearm. It was unlike anything she had ever seen—a small diamond, followed by a larger diamond, then a single horizontal line, followed by another large diamond and finally a smaller one.

The little girl stared at the symbol, memorizing every detail.

Unable to resist, she slowly reached out and began walking toward him.

Just as she was about to take his hand, a loud voice echoed from behind.

"Elara!"

Before she could react, someone grabbed her hand from behind and pulled her back.

Elara jolted awake.

"Elara... Elara..."

Her aunt's voice gently pulled her out of her sleep.

Elara slowly opened her eyes, her heart still racing from the strange dream.

As usual, she got ready for school. While getting dressed, she couldn't stop thinking about the mysterious dream she had just seen.

She walked to the dining table for breakfast.

Noticing the tired look on her face, her aunt smiled with concern.

"Didn't you sleep well last night? Why do you look so lost today?"

Elara forced a faint smile.

"It's nothing... just a dream," she replied, brushing it off as if it meant nothing.

Her aunt didn't ask any more questions and served her breakfast. After finishing her meal, Elara picked up her school bag and left for school.

Even on her way to school, her mind remained trapped in that dream.

It wasn't the first time she had seen it.

The same dream had been haunting her for years.

Every full moon night, at exactly midnight, it returned.

She had no idea why she kept seeing it or what it meant.

But deep inside, Elara was certain of one thing—

That mysterious dream was somehow connected to her... and one day, she would discover why.

Lost in her thoughts, Elara eventually arrived at school.

As soon as she entered the campus, her two best friends, Jane and Alice, walked over to her.

The moment they saw her face, they noticed the dark circles beneath her eyes and the exhaustion she was trying to hide.

Jane frowned with concern.

"Elara... did you have the same dream again last night? You couldn't sleep, could you?"

Elara let out a quiet sigh.

"Yeah," she admitted. "It was the same dream... again."

Alice exchanged a worried glance with Jane.

"This is really strange," she said thoughtfully. "Why do you keep having the exact same dream every single time? There has to be a reason."

Before any of them could continue the conversation, the classroom door opened.

Their teacher walked in, and the class immediately fell silent.

The lesson had begun.