A two-minute call with you,
ten years from now.
Earlyline. A life still to come.
Ten years from now, life is still happening. An ordinary morning. A familiar voice. You, on the other side of everything that hasn’t happened yet.
For a brief moment, the distance between then and now has fallen silent. Something is finding its way back.
Not a prophecy. Not a promise. Just one possible future, and someone who remembers being you.
The line is open…