Cathy stood before her wall of secrets, her eyes unfocused as another vision seized her. The room seemed to bend and pulse, the storm’s reflection dancing in the window behind her. Time slipped sideways, and she saw the same city street—empty, then suddenly crowded, then burning with chaos.
"Not again," she whispered, gripping the edge of the desk as the images threatened to overwhelm her. Every vision came with a price: another secret, another lie, another piece of herself slipping away.
Cathy paced, rehearsing what she needed to say. There was a knock—sharp, insistent. She froze, her heart racing. On the other side of the door was her oldest friend, Sarah, who had grown suspicious of Cathy's evasive answers and nocturnal habits.
"You can't keep shutting me out, Cathy. What are you hiding?"
Cathy hesitated before she pulled Sarah to the wall, her fingers trembling as she traced the lines between photos. "I can see things, Sarah. Not just memories. Futures. Pasts. Secrets woven through time like threads. I see what’s coming, and what’s been buried."
Sarah’s eyes widened in disbelief, then fear. Cathy let the truth spill in a torrent, revealing how every vision brought her closer to a catastrophe only she could sense.
Sarah’s anger faded, replaced by a desperate curiosity. "Then tell me what you see now. Please, Cathy, I need to know," she pleaded.
Cathy closed her eyes, letting the current of time sweep her forward. She gasped, seeing herself and Sarah in a confrontation—one that ended in betrayal. The vision twisted, revealing an even deeper secret: she was not the only one who could see.
Cathy stared at Sarah, realization dawning. "You’ve been hiding something too," she accused quietly.
Sarah’s façade crumbled, her voice trembling. "I thought I was the only one. I’ve seen you in my visions, Cathy. I thought I had to stop you… before everything unravels."
A cold certainty settled between them—two mirrors reflecting infinite secrets, poised on the edge of disaster.
Cathy stepped back, her mind racing. The visions had always shown her as the cause of the coming catastrophe—but now she saw the truth: it was not her alone, but both of them, their powers tangled, each secret feeding the storm that threatened to consume them.
"We’re not enemies, Sarah. We’re the fuse and the flame. We have to work together, or the storm destroys us all."
The city outside pulsed with uncertain light, the future unwritten, as two women stood in the heart of converging timelines—ready, at last, to face the secrets that bound them.
