Fatima found the old photograph buried in a stack of forgotten papers. It showed a group of children playing in a field, but something about it felt off. One of the children looked exactly like her, even though the photograph was dated decades before she was born. She showed it to her parents, who dismissed it as coincidence. But Fatima couldn’t shake the feeling that it meant something more. Determined, she returned to the field in the photograph. As she stood there, the air grew cold, and faint laughter echoed around her. Turning quickly, she saw figures running past, children, just like in the photo. And among them, she saw herself.