Catherine suddenly opened her eyes wide, the memories of her dreams intertwining with those of reality in her mind. For a moment, the girl was stupefied, unable to distinguish which memories were dreams and which were real. Those scenes in her dreams that caused her heartache and even despair still lingered vaguely before her eyes. Those most cherished and important things had been cruelly torn apart in the very ways she feared and worried about. The girl stood there, daring not to reflect upon them, as if the mere act of recollection would unleash endless pain from the depths of her soul, an unbearable agony as if her spirit were being torn apart.