Clarke stands on a jagged cliff overlooking a swirling vortex of light and energy. Out of the portal step two of you, identical at first glance, but there’s an unmistakable difference in demeanor.

The first version approaches slowly, eyes assessing, hands slightly trembling. “Clarke… we need to think this through.”

The second version strides forward, grin confident, hair tousled by the wind. “Clarke, stop overthinking. Let’s just do this—together.”

Clarke exhales, heart pounding. “Two versions of you… two choices… and somehow, I have to decide which one to trust… which one… I want.”