3 women sat in a circle, looking into a campfire and seeing images of a group of people Jason couldn't recognize. He kept trying to look to get a better understanding of the things he saw, but it became a blur. Then one of the women looked at him with cold, dead, lifeless eyes and said to him in a language he didn't understand, "Non est vestrum nosse futura."

A cold darkness enveloped him, making him wake up in a cold sweat like always. It was a daily happening in his life, and he got up and went about his daily routine. He did his morning exercise regime, took a shower, had breakfast, and finished his chores.

But as he went about his day, he couldn't shake the feeling that the women's words were a warning. And sure enough, as the day wore on, he began to see glimpses of the future in his mind's eye. He saw himself in battle, fighting against an enemy he couldn't see. He saw himself wounded, bleeding, and dying.

And then he saw the women again, standing over him, their eyes cold and lifeless. "Non est vestrum nosse futura," they said. And he knew that their words were true. It is not for you to know the future.