What if the things you call coincidence aren't coincidence at all?
A feeling you can't explain.
A knowing you can't prove.
A question answered before you've spoken it aloud.
She had spent her life knowing what she could see.
Then she began knowing what she couldn't.
From a castle overlooking the ocean, a crow appears. Dreams linger into daylight. And beneath it all is a feeling she can only recognize.
Perhaps some things aren't meant to be understood before they arrive.