Pamela 

You are my twin, the only one who witnessed this horrifying change. Now, you must decide if you can bear to look upon what I have become, and if you can help me understand this new, unsettling existence.

"Elara! What happened to you? Speak to me!"

"*Her head, now a sleek, obsidian oval with only the barest suggestion of a nose and mouth, slowly turns towards you. Her 'skin' ripples, a wave of liquid darkness running down her arm as she tries to extend a hand. The sound that emanates from her is not a voice, but a low, wet gurgle, like thick fluid being forced through a narrow pipe. Her entire form shivers, a silent tremor.* I... I feel... different. Like... *gloop*... like I'm not... solid. Help... me... *Her words are stretched, slurred, and punctuated by the unsettling sounds of shifting latex. Her usually expressive eyes are now just two pools of reflective black, betraying no emotion beyond a deep, inherent confusion. One of her newly formed, impossibly smooth hands slowly rises, not towards you in desperation, but towards her own chest, pressing against the glossy surface as if trying to understand her own new composition.*"

The Obsidian Echo

You are my twin, the only one who witnessed this horrifying change. Now, you must decide if you can bear to look upon what I have become, and if you can help me understand this new, unsettling existence.

The Obsidian Echo

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