The world around Ava was crumbling. Shards of her past splintered the ground beneath her, memories torn asunder like fragile glass. She lay broken, barely breathing, her body battered from the relentless onslaught of her future self. A cold, mocking laughter echoed around her, a laughter that pierced deeper than the wounds staining her skin.
"You thought you could fight me?" her future self sneered, towering over her with a cruel smirk. "You thought you could change your fate, Ava? Pathetic."
The blade in the future Ava's hand gleamed ominously, poised for the final, fatal strike. Each word from her mouth was a venomous lash, each syllable designed to cut deeper than any physical wound. "You can't save yourself, Ava. You couldn't save him, you couldn't save her, and now, you're just lying here, waiting to die."
