hey pookie can you write about how grace after a mission. In her dream she gets tortured by her future self. It happens over and over again at first grace thought it was just a nighmare but every night it happens. Her future self chokes her, stab her, fee

Title: Shadows of Tomorrow Grace awoke with a start, her heart pounding like a war drum in her chest. The dim light of dawn filtered through her curtains, illuminating the room where the lingering terror of her dreams still clung to the air. She placed a trembling hand on her neck, feeling the phantom sensation of fingers tightening around her throat, the memory of her nightly torment still vivid in her mind. At first, she had dismissed it as merely a nightmare—a vivid, horrible creation of an overactive imagination fueled by the stress of her recent mission. But as the nights wore on and the same horrific scenes replayed themselves in her mind, it became undeniable. Each time she closed her eyes, she was plunged back into that dark world, facing her future self, a twisted doppelgänger intent on her destruction. In the dream, Grace was bound and helpless, the room dimly lit and cold. Her future self, a gaunt reflection with hollow eyes and a manic grin, would emerge from the shadows, wielding cruel weapons of torment. The breath left her lungs as the other version of herself gripped her throat, fingers wrapping around tightly, cutting off light and air. Time blurred as pain and fear intertwined, and soon the darkness consumed her. One night, the torturous visions morphed into a grotesque feast. The future Grace, with a chilling glee, tore at flesh with jagged teeth, feeding her the remnants of her own body. Blood dribbled down her chin as she forced Grace to taste the iron tang of her own essence, each swallow a sacrilege that echoed in Grace’s core. The experience was horrifying, visceral, and real. Each dawn brought the aftermath of her terror; bruises and scars marred her skin, stark evidence of the violence inflicted within her own mind. Even the sight of her reflection in the mirror became a reminder of her torment. The echoes of her waking screams were drowned by the sound of her retching as blood-soaked sobs erupted from her throat, bile mingling with the metallic taste of horror. Days turned into weeks, and the cycle of torment continued, the dreams blurring the line between reality and nightmare. The haunting presence of her future self began to seep into her waking life; shadows twisted in the corners of her vision, whispers taunted her, and briefly, she would catch glimpses of a familiar face lurking just outside her periphery. The dark prophecy of what she might become gnawed at her, twisting into a labyrinth of fear and despair. Grace sought answers, desperate to unravel the chains binding her to this unrelenting torment. She turned to forgotten texts and dusty tomes on the occult and prophecy, but each truth she unearthed seemed to plunge her deeper into chaos. Every potential ally, every whispered rumor of understanding, was overshadowed by the reality that her own hands led her to this dark future. As signs of torment appeared on her body, Grace's resolve hardened. She could not allow herself to become the monster haunting her dreams. She ventured into the dark places of her mind, confronting this malevolent doppelgänger head-on. With each dream, she grappled harder, commanding her other self to show her the purpose behind the pain, to reveal some shred of hope amidst the chaos. It was during one of these encounters that Grace noticed a flicker of vulnerability in the eyes of her future self—a deep well of fear and anguish that mirrored her own. “You don’t have to do this,” she whispered, a plea to both herself and the manifestation before her. In that moment, the dream cracked wide open, revealing not just the horror she had faced, but also an opportunity for understanding. Together, they stood on the precipice of transformation, the horrific bond morphing from one of torment to one of healing. The scars of the past didn't need to dictate her future; forgiveness for her own mistakes, both present and future, was the key. As dawn broke once more, Grace emerged with renewed determination. The scars on her skin remained, a testament to her battles fought, but within her blossomed a sense of control over her destiny. No longer would she allow the torment of her dreams to define her life. Instead, she began to weave a new narrative of strength and resilience, a story where she would not only survive but thrive, rising above the shadows of tomorrow.