The golden field continued to widen across the district, rebuilding walls and corridors around them as though the city were remembering itself piece by piece.
"I had already seen this," she said, her voice carrying something worn beneath its steadiness. "Every detail. The beam. The collapse. The way the skyline would tear open from above."
The two cloaked figures stood quietly behind her, but their posture sharpened.
"The visions do not arrive as fragments," she continued. "They arrive whole. Past, present, future — it makes no difference. When they come, they are complete."
One of the figures spoke carefully. "And they cannot be changed? Otherwise, you would have prevented it."
She gave a faint shake of her head.
"They resist change. You can shift small pieces. Delay an encounter. Place an object where it should not have been. The event still resolves itself. The ending does not bend. Only the road warps."
Her eyes moved toward Xavier's reconstructed form.
