After that… I zone out.
Everything around me fades into static as I slip deeper into my mind, replaying each vision like a cursed reel on loop. One after another, I study them—dissecting every second, wondering if there’s a pattern, a thread, anything I can grasp.
Are they in order?
Is it too late already?
Have I ever actually changed the future?
No.
Not once.
And until now… I’ve never wanted to.
But this isn’t just war.
This is c*****e.
Calculated, merciless, soul-ripping c*****e.
What the humans did… it wasn’t strategy. It wasn’t survival. It was sport. It was torture. It was hell.
I force myself to start at the beginning. The first vision. The first strike. The one that cracked me open.
It’s summer.
I can feel the weight of the heat pressing on my skin, thick and suffocati
