The bones within

The following days pass in a haze, your mind consumed by the weight of the decision ahead. It's no longer a question of if you will embrace the skeleton-it's when. The power is too alluring, too much a part of you now to be ignored. But the cost... the cost gnaws at your thoughts like a creeping shadow.

You find yourself slipping into your skeletal form more often, testing the boundaries in ways you wouldn't have dared before. You push harder, staying in that state for longer periods, watching how it affects you. Your human body feels like a flimsy disguise, a weak vessel that no longer suits your potential. The skeletal form, with its strength, speed, and immunity, feels like your true self.

But with that power comes a new kind of loneliness. You can't talk to anyone about what's happening to you. How could you explain it? Who would understand? And even if you found someone who could accept it, the risk of being discovered is too great. The world is full of those who would want to control you, manipulate you, or worse-destroy you.

You catch yourself looking at people differently now. They seem fragile, almost breakable. A part of you feels distant from them, like you're no longer truly one of them. You watch them with a detached curiosity, wondering how they'd react if they knew the truth, if they saw what you've become.

And then, there are the nights when you lie awake, staring at the ceiling, feeling the power thrumming beneath your skin. The temptation to give in, to let the skeleton take over entirely, is always there, a whisper in the back of your mind. But you resist, clinging to the remnants of your humanity, even as the line between who you were and what you're becoming blurs more with each passing day.

One night, as you stand in front of the mirror in your skeletal form, you catch a glimpse of something new. Your bones glow faintly, a soft, ethereal light that pulses with your thoughts. It's subtle, but unmistakable. You realize, with a jolt, that the magic inside you is growing, evolving. You're not just gaining strength-you're changing. The skeleton is becoming more than just a physical transformation. It's becoming a part of your very essence, something that could eventually consume your human self entirely.

You step away from the mirror, unsettled. The thought of losing yourself completely, of becoming something unrecognizable, sends a chill down your spine. But even as the fear grips you, there's a small part of you that welcomes it. The power, the freedom, the strength-it's intoxicating.

As the days wear on, the choice looms larger than ever. You can't continue this balancing act forever. Sooner or later, you'll have to decide whether to embrace the skeleton fully, accept whatever transformation comes with it, or fight to hold on to your humanity-if that's even possible.

And deep down, you know that when the time comes, the world will never be the same again.