Galaclair's face was dour, reflecting her dread in the prospect of yet more nightmare-infested slumber. Tormented for years by the same vivid dream -- one unfamiliar person murdering another -- being well-rested was a distant memory. She was convinced she was seeing a premonition, as if it were her task to prevent the unfortunate soul from their fate. Yet until that moment came, she could only endure the sleepless nights.