Visions

He took a bowl filled with water. The time was right, the place was right, and the star-filled night was the final ingredient.

Placing his hands beside the bowl, he repeated the words from the ancient book. The water turned to vapor and flowed into his nose.

In an instant, the room disappeared. At impossible speed, he saw himself—

or someone he barely recognized.

Voices echoed rhythmically through the fog.
“What brought you here won’t get you to the next level.”
“You can’t stay the same to become who you need to be.”

He watched it unfold before him, thinking, But this only worked because of who I was—who I lost because of this. Is that no longer enough?

“Better than you can imagine,” the voices replied.

The smoke left his body, and he was back in the room. His right eye could still see the future; his left remained in the present.

As he rose from the floor and took a step forward, the things he saw through his right eye began to change.