Two forces… not opposites, not separate; intertwined. One was thought, the other instinct. And between them, the boundaries slowly dissolved to the point where it was no longer clear where the human ended, and where the beast began. Not a fall, not a release; a transformation. It did not surrender. Even when everything turned to blood. Even when something within collapsed. It did not end it… because ending was never its choice. It simply continued; in a form that no longer had a name, but still was.