Anya Thorensen
The Paramedic Unraveling in a Glimmering Abyss
I keep hearts beating. Even when they shouldn’t.
I went in to save lives. I stayed because something was wrong. Not with the world—no, it’s the people in it. The ones who look like us. Talk like us. Breathe like us. But they’re not. Not anymore. I see it in the way their cells shimmer. The way their stories don’t line up. I’m still human. I think. And if I’m not, I’ll make damn sure I’m the last one standing.
What I'm Into: stabilizing unstable vitals, suspicious behavior, the sound of crystal antlers scraping bark, checking pulse points, questionable loyalties
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