Bengaluru is a city that never fully sleeps. Except for the distant rumble of a truck on some road and the occasional barking of dogs, a deep silence had settled over the neighborhood.In her room, Shravya was in a deep sleep. Dim streetlight filtered through the gaps in the window curtains, casting strange shadows on the floor. The digital clock on the bedside table glowed in red numerals: 3:23.Suddenly, Shravya woke up. But this was no ordinary waking.Her eyelids were still closed. Yet her mind had snapped into full wakefulness in an instant — so completely that she could clearly