A Loop in Time: Meeting Myself

The day began like any other for Lila. She stepped into the crisp morning air, ready for her daily jog through the park. It was a routine she had perfected over the years, her feet tracing the familiar path as if they were leaves caught in the wind. Today, however, an unsettling feeling lingered beneath the surface of her usual rhythm.

Lila turned the corner by the old oak tree, her eyes catching sight of something—or rather, someone—that made her heart skip a beat. It was her. Not a reflection, not a photograph, but herself, standing just a few feet away by the park's fountain. The other Lila was…