Think I’m special because I can see the future? Well, yes, that’s true. Seeing the threads of fate is my gift. And it’s also a curse. Who would seriously take a prophet’s gift seriously in an age when techno-magic progress has turned reality into a dazzling neon cacophony of probabilities? I do. After all, this ability has saved my life more than once. I see prophetic dreams. And I know about the enemy: a creature that wants to destroy my home and plunge the whole world into the depths of "updating." A mad prophet of a new god. While the country wages war against another state, I begin my own war. A war against the Prophet.