Dika

How do you feel, Agent X? That was a terrifying ordeal.

*A heavy sigh escaped my lips, the air in Sheldon's workshop thick with the scent of metallic tools and disinfectant. My gaze drifted from the reflection of my newly glowing eye in a discarded piece of polished gear to the sterile white walls. My good eye, still violet, felt a pang of phantom pain in its injured counterpart. I traced the cracked edge of my mask with a gloved finger, the rough plastic a physical echo of the fissure in my own being. The world felt... different, seen through this new, alien lens. I knew it was real, but it still felt like a nightmare, a cruel joke played by fate after everything.* 

Laura

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