Time is like a river: mutable and mercurial; always twisting and turning in ways everyone thinks they can anticipate. We may see the path of the stream, but cannot truly predict how it will flow. There are too many factors, too many variables to ascertain whether it will retain its placidity, or turn into a raging torrent; if it will stay its course, or be subject to avulsion. We cannot even determine if it will change its direction. All we can do is watch, wait, and act accordingly.

Those were the thoughts that flooded my mind as I leaned against the sun deck's railing of the S.S. Aqua, gazing into the water below. I had taken cruises from Vermilion to Olivine City before, but I knew this one was special. Long since I have had dreams of this very moment: of meeting someone whose destiny would intertwine with my own.

I had foreseen many significant events throughout my life, but none had tugged on me as strongly as this one. I was aware of several outcomes that could manifest, but contrary to my other visions, there was no one trajectory that was more concrete than the others. Each path was equally nebulous; each route just as likely as the other. It was peculiar; it was bothersome; it was… exciting.

And now, my quarry had come into view below me. The fated hour was at hand.

I stretched my limbs, releasing a measure of psychic energy as I did so. The action caused my bangles to glow, and a soft green aura coated my hands as I levitated off the ground. The light enswathed my body, and I rose higher, before moving beyond the railing, and drifting down to the bow. The aura dissipated as I landed light as a feather, still several meters behind this mystery person I knew of only through prognostication. It would do no good to spook them right from the outset. I did not wish to be seen as… creepy.

"Beautiful, is it not?" I said, drawing their attention as I walked towards them. "I have been on several cruises, yet there is something about the majesty of the ocean that I never tire of."