“With minds like crystal prisms, they shatter light into every spectrum of possibility, foreseeing storms before the first cloud, hearts bruised by premonitions whispered on the wind. Yet, they dance in the rain, a silent symphony of knowing played on a smile, for theirs is the terrible gift of seeing the tapestry of fate woven a thread at a time, even as it pricks their fingers.” PremonitionsDance In The RainCrystal PrismsForeseeing StormsHearts BruisedKnowing SmileSilent SymphonySpectrum Of PossibilityTapestry Of FateTerrible Gift Author:Huzefa Nalkheda wala