Observing the Future

I have cast my gaze into the multiverse and seen the infinite potentials and found that even the finite choices carry cosmic consequence. The myriad of futures that I have walked through as a shade adorned in formal attire, face gaunt as i drifted like a reaper amidst the dead and dying souls.

This future is no different; the sky cast is a strange gold and purple light that plays across the buildings. Every stucture I have entered has been empty and devoid of occupants, no sign of fighting or struggle, their absence suggesting they left voluntarily. Yet, despite my navigations, I have yet to find a single soul or sign to draw decisive conclusion about this vision.

My spell will soon expire and perhaps so shall we all if I can not prevent this future from coming to pass.