The bones within

The days blur together, the edges of your existence growing fuzzier as the pull of your power deepens. Every time you let the skeleton take over, it feels more natural, more *right*. It's not just a transformation anymore; it's a shedding of skin, a return to your truest form. Your human body is beginning to feel foreign, like a suit that doesn't quite fit. And with each passing day, the moments you spend in that fragile human state feel increasingly hollow.

You find yourself withdrawing from others, not by choice, but by instinct. Conversations seem trivial, human concerns petty in the face of what you're grappling with. It's not their fault, you remind yourself-they simply can't understand. How could they? No one could grasp the enormity of the power that hums through your bones.

Yet, with this isolation comes an undeniable sense of loss. You miss the simplicity of before-when life was about mundane things, when you could interact with others without feeling like a foreign entity in a familiar world. Now, it's as if a chasm has opened between you and the rest of humanity, and every transformation pulls you further away from the person you once were.

Then, one evening, something unexpected happens. You feel the skeleton before you even let it out, a tremor of energy pulsing through you. Without willing it, your skin begins to dissolve, your bones gleaming faintly with that eerie, ethereal light. You rush to the mirror, and for a moment, you don't recognize the figure staring back at you.

Your skeletal form is evolving-growing stronger, brighter. The glow in your bones is more pronounced now, like a halo of magic that radiates from your very core. The power is no longer just an external force-it's intertwining with your essence, reshaping who you are on a fundamental level.

A sense of dread settles over you. This isn't just about physical strength or immunity anymore. Something deeper is happening, something that might be irreversible. You're becoming something else entirely-something that may no longer fit within the confines of humanity.

The power, once exhilarating, now feels like a double-edged sword. You stand there, glowing faintly in the darkness, and wonder if you've crossed a line. If the part of you that fears losing your humanity is already too far gone. The transformation is no longer something you control. It's something that's controlling you.

And with that realization, the question you've been avoiding finally confronts you in full: *What are you willing to sacrifice to hold on to this power?* Because the more you embrace it, the more it seems to be reshaping you-not just in body, but in spirit.

Whatever comes next, one thing is certain: the skeleton is no longer just a part of you. It *is* you. And the world, in all its fragile humanity, might not be ready for what you're becoming.