-21th Rest-

I pressed on, trudging through this seemingly endless expanse of gray. The graying continued its slow, creeping advance over my body. More of my skin had turned a dull, lifeless gray, a transformation both fascinating and horrifying. What struck me most about the graying was the absence of pain. No sharp stings, no dull aches—just the eerie, silent change of my flesh shifting from its natural color to this soulless hue.

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It’s as if my body is betraying me without warning, an insidious transformation that could easily go unnoticed if it weren’t for the unsettling psychological toll. It’s terrifying how subtle the graying is. It doesn't scream or claw its way through you; it quietly takes over.