While these changes did little to alter her most likely fate or the threat she carried within, they gave her something to hold onto. A small positive. A flicker of light in the future she was now walking toward. Perhaps—just perhaps—it was a sign from fate that there was a silver lining hidden somewhere along the way.
In the storm that she had found herself thrust into she had found the raft that would most likely capsize the next moment, but it was still something to hold onto in these turbid waters...
All she had to do was keep searching for it.
But beyond the physical, she felt the weight of a presence inside her...
Not the voice—it had vanished, fleeting and elusive—but she knew, in time, they would meet again.
Not the chasm or the grotesque chains of flesh that gnawed at her mental scape. Those had become unnoticeable like a bad memory, despite how repulsive they were. At least, they would remain dormant for now—unless certain circumstances called them forth.
