I don’t remember who I am. I have dreams of being dragged out of bed into the blistering snow.
I barely remember what I am. Warm and cold bodies alike around me barely stirring as I was shoved out of my dorm. Am I a monster?
I see my arms and hands but only just. They have been growing ever-more translucent as the time passes. Minutes, hours, days, months? I cannot remember when I last had a co...