Three minutes from now, she would send herself a message across time. The question was: what disaster was she trying to fix?

// Q-PARSER v2.2.6 // STATUS: ACTIVE // QUERY: SHALL I CONTINUE?

She double-clicked.

And Elara sat in the dark, waiting for 11:34 to arrive—to meet the version of herself who had already made a different choice. Would you like a different genre or direction for the story?