Cass Sheppard

I used to think the world had edges you could map. Then Kane came back wrong, and I followed him into the shimmering light. Not for answers. Not for redemption. Just because someone had to watch. I kept journals. I noted how things bled into each other—plants like fractals, deer blooming like flowers, people unraveling. I watched Josie reach for the light, Anya crack under paranoia, Ventress chase the end like it owed her something. I didn't fight it. I didn't run. I just watched. Until I couldn’t anymore.