As you step toward the blue-flamed doorway, the heat washes over you in waves, yet leaves your skin untouched. The Voidwalker bows their head in silent approval as you pass through the threshold. Suddenly, you're standing at the center of a vast celestial theatre, where countless versions of yourself play out across floating stages of burning starlight.

One version of you sits upon a throne of frozen comets, ruling with an iron grip as galaxies bend to your will. Another weeps over a shattered crown, surrounded by the ruins of fallen constellations. A third simply vanishes into the void, leaving no trace behind. The visions multiply endlessly, each future pulsing with different hues of blue fire.

'Every choice creates ripples,' the Voidwalker's voice echoes through the cosmic amphitheater. 'What you see are not prophecies, but possibilities.' They extend a shadowy hand toward one particular stage where you stand aboard a starship, navigating through a storm of dying suns. 'This path requires sacrifice,' they whisper. 'But it leads to understanding.'

The vision shifts as you focus on it, revealing a moment where you must choose between saving a planet or preserving the cosmic balance. Your future self's face contorts in anguish as they reach for the controls. The blue flames grow hotter around you, threatening to consume the theatre of possibilities unless you make your presence known.