A Shade Too Far

The morning began with a sense of dread I couldn't quite place. As I groggily opened my eyes and pushed my hair out of my face, I froze. My fingers trembled as they brushed through the now mostly black strands that used to be an even split of silver and midnight. The stark division was gone—my silver side had retreated, leaving only streaks of white scattered like distant stars in a dark sky.

"What the hell?" I muttered, bolting upright in bed.

I scrambled to the mirror, heart pounding. My reflection stared back with wide, mismatched eyes. The silver side of my hair had been overrun, leaving the black dominant. It wasn't subtle either; the change was glaringly obvious.

[Host, your appearance has shifted. It appears—]

"I can see that!" I snapped at the system, panic rising. "Why didn't you warn me?"

[It was not within my parameters to predict this transformation. It seems tied to your recent growth in power.]