When Christina wakes up from her nap, her eyes immediately turn in the direction of the baskets in the dark corner. A sense of guilt overwhelms her. For the first time in weeks, she had ignored the ritual. Will the miracle happen anymore after I missed this one day? She asks herself.

She decides not to let guilt consume her, deciding to go on with her life, thinking that if it was meant to be, it will be.

But as she turns her attention away from the baskets, something else about them catches her eye, bothering her. What’s happening in there? She asks herself, getting up to check on the baskets. What unfolds moments later is nothing Christina expected or was even ready for.

Is she awake? Or is she sleeping?