“The future may be scripted, but perhaps it’s written in erasable ink.”

“If the text predicted these things… then what? Is it a certainty? Can we stop it?” Kailani hesitated for a moment, her eyes scanning the faces around the table, gauging their reactions. “We don’t know if this is locked in or a cautionary tale. The future may be scripted, but perhaps it’s written in erasable ink.” For a moment, she felt something loop—like time folding back on itself. A thought passed between souls. Like a whisper from a forgotten future.