I see the future.
I’ll never find out how or why I gained this power, I simply have it, as though I’d always had and simply hadn’t understood ‘til now.
I’ll meet people with similar foresight over the years, and they won’t understand their power‘s source either. Some’ll become friends, some rivals, but none will illuminate the cause or nature of my new perception of time.
Whatever the cause, history’s now laid bare before me.
What will happen?
Oh, I’m not going to share. I know what’ll happen if I do, and I’m not going down that road.