B E A C O N
FUTURE
"Identity, it's a confusing thing. I can be born first.. only to be replaced by a 'sibling' that gets to experience my life instead; but then which of us is real? Does experience make the individual, or do we possess our lives even through that theft?"
The red glow of a star slowly being consumed by a supermassive blackhole illuminated the night sky, a grim future to a galaxy; one in which it descends to dystopia through the vain efforts of a galactic war to put a stop to a force of nature that they couldn't have hoped to contain. Few lived on here, now, and those that did knew they were only capable of doing so because that very force of nature had consumed itself in its madness and that their galaxy, and themselves, would slowly follow. A downward spiral into a gravity so great that it was dwarfed only by the hubris of the ones that had led to its creation in the first place - so massive that light itself, both of the stars and the force itself, could not escape its pull.
"What do I sound like, I wonder, when you hear me speak - through time, across space, do I sound to you as I do to myself or do you hear your own voice like an echo in your head?"
The sand walked across on the barren wasteland she was confined to, what had once been the vibrant metropolis of Denon, crunched audibly to her ears but failed to be heard by the one she spoke to. She had been walking for days, weeks even, with no end in sight. Land stretched on eternally in each direction, ending only at the horizon where she could not see over the curvature of the world, with echoes of what must have been ruins from some great war etched into the periphery of her vision. It contrasted greatly with the world her audience of one would have been familiar with, though faint traces of what she saw bled into what she said like ink on wet paper. She shrugged, though the gesture was lost on the one she had been questioning as she couldn't have been seen from where they were in relation to her.
"Across time, through space, who is to say this is even the right timeline? I imagine you'd ask something like that if I told you that this was what all your life's work would lead to -"
There was a brief pause, one punctuated by girlish, knowing, laughter.
"Oops, that was supposed to be a secret. Silly me."
She turned her head from one side to the other, then back towards the direction she was walking in.
"Is it worth the risk, though, that your instinct to doubt me could result in much, much, more than failure on your part - but on the collapse of that fantastical order I've heard you liked to harp on?"
She slowed down to dramatically kick the sand up into the air in front of her, sending a shower of greys and violet cascading down across the majority of her vision.
"How's about we cut to the chase - I imagine you'd like to know how to prevent this? Or maybe you just want to know who I am."