Nova's breath hitched in her throat, her vision blurring as she stared at the figure before her. It was like staring into a mirror, except the reflection was not quite right.
Her future self stood with a presence that was unnerving, a confidence that dripped from her every pore. The future Nova's eyes, sharper and more calculative, seemed to glow with a power that would rend the world apart if she so chose.
For an instant moment, Nova felt her own power waver, the tendrils of energy she wielded quivering as though they were aware of a superior force in their midst.
She wanted to speak, but words failed her. A prickling fear spread through her, as though icy fingers were tracing the back of her neck.
Nova's mind raced, questions bubbling to the surface—how was this even possible? How could her future self be here, standing right in front of her, and why? Was this some cruel trick, or a dire warning?