Parallel Skies

Wed, 31 Dec 2025 06:24:39 +0000

The operation room was heavy and warm, thick with the quiet urgency that only hospitals carried. The air smelled of antiseptic and something metallic~blood, fear, hope indistinguishable once you had learned to breathe through it. Machines hummed softly, a steady rhythm that mimicked a heartbeat, refusing to let silence take over.