Excelsizeyeter

"I’m you. From next Tuesday. Well—from a Tuesday that hasn’t happened yet. Uncle Theo calls this stone the 'Excelsizeyeter.' It means 'the one who has already gone further.' It lets you borrow memories from your future self."

"And you? Future me?"

"What?"

But she walked a little taller. Because somewhere in a future Tuesday, an older version of herself was walking the same way—not perfectly, not painlessly—but forward. Always forward. excelsizeyeter

A long pause. Then a sad laugh. "That’s the trap, little me. Every time you try to change something, the future shifts. I remember trying to fix the math test. You know what happened? I studied so hard I fell asleep in class the next day and missed the test entirely. Then I had to take a makeup exam and got a D anyway. The jacket? I tried to avoid the steps, so I went around the side of the building and slipped on wet leaves—broke my wrist. The jacket was fine, though. Small victory." "I’m you

Priya blinked, then smiled. "Okay. You’re weird today." Uncle Theo calls this stone the 'Excelsizeyeter