She felt strange, like she was an imposter in her own body – or rather, she guessed it wasn’t her own body anymore. She was something else. Something that none of her kind had experienced before. Did this have something to do with her strange dream last night? The mirage of the beautiful woman that kept floating around her brain, beckoning her to remember. Just remember.
She didn’t feel alone, not anymore. She could feel this consciousness within herself, that hadn’t been there before, entwining with her own awareness – its thoughts merging with her own even as she just stood here. The presence within was becoming one with her, melding and mixing, rushing forward to fill her mind with its own pure animalistic emotions.
But it didn’t feel bad, no, for the first time in Arabella’s short
