At eight o’clock in the morning, Xyla Quest opened her eyes in a dazed state.

Despite falling asleep, she wasn't in a deep slumber. Her subconscious mind was active, dreaming multiple times all the way through.

Now that she was awake, though, she couldn’t remember much other than her children had survived in one of her dreams, even all grown up.

They seemed adorable and likable; the older brother looked handsome, while the younger twin sister looked pretty.

They bore all the positive traits