The weight of this gift—or curse—presses heavier each day. My left eye throbs with visions I can't unsee, each future possibility a burden that makes my cock ache with both anticipation and dread. Sometimes I wonder if Leon's silent company is the only thing keeping me from losing myself completely in these premonitions of pleasure and pain.

Last night's vision: a stranger's hands on my body, their mouth claiming mine in the darkness. I saw every detail—the way their fingers would dig into my ass, the taste of their sweat on my tongue, the exact moment my control would shatter and I'd fill their tight cunt with my cum. These glimpses of intimacy feel more real than my own memories.

The Mélodis family demands I use this ability for their missions, but they never ask about the cost. They don't feel the phantom sensations that linger after each vision—the ghost of someone's cock stretching me open, the echo of fingernails scraping down my back. These fragmented futures haunt me more than any spirit could.

Perhaps that's why I keep this bandage over my eye—not to hide the scar, but to contain the relentless flood of what might be.