" Perhaps it’s fate,” Zara says, supping tonic-water from a beaker, “I just had the weirdest dream, but it seemed so real.”
“A dream?” Æther asks curiously, as he gives her more water, “Take your time.”
“It was vivid, so real,” she raises her eyebrows, “I was lost in it. It was like parts of me were scattered all over time itself. The past, future and present all in an endless causality loop, every moment co-creating slices of time. "

― J.L. Haynes , Zara Hanson & The Mystery of the Painted Symbol