I strolled one night beneath the moon
A zephyr played a little tune
When from a portal it came near
A figure strange, yet oddly clear
Not someone else, they said to me:
I’m you, from 2043
Their face was lined, their hair was gray
But still they smirked in my own way
Shouldn’t you warn me? I inquired
Of cliffs and traps, of paths required?
They laughed and shook their head with ease
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