Ch. 167: Shadows of Olympus
The days that followed were a blur of pain, confusion, and restless introspection. My body was weak, a fragile shell compared to the divine vessel I once inhabited. Muscles strained with every movement, and I could barely lift a hand without trembling. Mortality was cruel, far harsher than I remembered.
Jessie visited every day, her soft voice and warm touch an ever-present reminder of this new reality. She would recount stories of our past together— fishing trips, arguments over curfews, and holidays that seemed too perfect to belong to me. They felt foreign, like stolen memories from a life I could no longer claim.
But when she wasn't in the room, when the nurses weren't adjusting machines or administering medications, the weight of my failure consumed me.
