"I’m you. From next Tuesday. Well—from a Tuesday that hasn’t happened yet. Uncle Theo calls this stone the 'Excelsizeyeter.' It means 'the one who has already gone further.' It lets you borrow memories from your future self."
"Not useless. Just not a cheat code. Listen—the reason Uncle Theo gave it to you isn't to avoid mistakes. It’s to understand something." excelsizeyeter
"Yeah," Mira said, touching her pocket where the cold stone lay dormant. "I guess I am." "I’m you
She thought it was a made-up word. A nonsense riddle from a man who collected broken compasses and spoke to pigeons. Uncle Theo calls this stone the 'Excelsizeyeter
Mira felt dizzy. "So the stone is useless?"
"What?"
Excelsizeyeter. The one who has already gone further. Not by avoiding the falls, but by getting up after every single one.