Soul Descent //top\\ <PROVEN>

She had volunteered. That was the worst part.

“I want my original body,” she said. soul descent

She gasped on a steel table, her new lungs raw as sandpaper. Above her, a halo of diagnostic drones whirred, their blue light painting sterile white walls. She tried to sit up, but her body— this body—refused to obey. Too heavy. Too slow. As if her consciousness had been poured into a suit of wet clay. She had volunteered