*Recovery isn't a destination—it's a daily choice to keep breathing when everything inside you screams that you've lost too much to continue.*
The silence that followed my sacrifice was not the peaceful quiet of resolution, but the hollow echo of a world trying to remember how to exist without the constant threat of annihilation hanging over it. I floated in that space between consciousness and void, my awareness scattered across millions of supernatural beings, experiencing existence through countless perspectives simultaneously.
I was a vampire in Prague, tasting blood for the first time in centuries without the shadow of cosmic destruction tainting its sweetness. I was a young werewolf in Alaska, howling at a moon that no longer carried the promise of inevitable severing. I was an anc
