Melting Fate

Peter woke up, groggy and confused. His heart raced as he sat up in bed, the last remnants of a strange dream clinging to his thoughts like cobwebs. But something felt different. His body—he could feel it. The weakness, the heat that had plagued him the night before—it was gone.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed, testing his balance. No dizziness, no numbness. His limbs responded normally, and the pain that had gripped his body had vanished. Maybe whatever he'd swallowed had finally worked its way through his system.

"Thank God," Peter muttered, rubbing his temples. He stood up and walked toward the kitchen. His stomach growled, reminding him that he hadn't eaten since before the incident in his office. It felt like a lifetime ago now.