Star Maps, Soul Contracts, and WTF Dreams

Ra’s sleep isn’t restful—it’s a nightly download of prophecies, fragmented memories, and steamy astral visits. Her dreams blur the lines between past lives and future missions, and it’s giving serious “Am I healing or being hunted?” vibes.

She’s not just decoding messages—she’s surviving them. Between ancient languages, divine symbology, and waking up emotionally hungover, dreamwalking might be her most dangerous gift yet.

The Accord knows the best way to control Ra isn’t through force—it’s through love. Or rather, the illusion of it. Pair her off, bind her heart, distract her soul. It’s manipulation masquerading as destiny, and honestly? It’s genius-level petty.

But Ra’s is not new to the game—she’s rewriting the playbook. Love isn’t her leash, it’s her leverage. And when she figures that out, the whole damn Accord better run.