Ivan
Everything became harder to deal with.
Suddenly, what I wanted and what was right felt different. The weight of what was happening around me was more suffocating than the atmosphere, which was becoming easier to deal with. That was a scary thought since it meant I was acclimating quickly. I could blame it on the potions Leviathan gave me, but I wasn't naive enough to think that was it.
Everything meant something else now, and I was having difficulty processing it. The sky did not have wind, and the stale scent was because everything was dying. That was only part of what I learned on Leviathan's little excursion. The birth rate was low worldwide. Where the core had an average of 130 and 140 million a year, this world only had 40 to 50 million, over half the number of people.
Miscarriages were terrifyingly normal, and infertility even more so.
