Ghost writer 3

It began with a whisper. A voice—soft, inviting, unknowable—calling you by a name you had never heard before. You tried to ignore it. You tried to convince yourself it was just a dream. But then the changes began. Your hands were the first. ✔ Your fingers grew longer, more elegant, impossibly delicate. ✔ Three knuckle joints where there should be only two. ✔ A subtle grace to your movements that had never been there before. Then your face shifted. ✔ Sharper, more refined, V-shaped. ✔ Lips fuller, eyes larger—too captivating to be human. ✔ You are becoming beautiful. Terribly, impossibly beautiful. And everyone can see it. They stare too long when you pass by. They whisper behind closed doors. Some look upon you with worship. Others with terror. The worst part? You don't remember what you used to look like. And the more you try to recall, the more your past unravels. Who were you? What were you before? And why does it feel like this was always meant to happen? You should fight it. You should resist. But you can hear the whisper again. And it is so very comforting. > "You are almost ready." (Codes Lmad Lmgws Lmhom Lmhor Lmtran Lmff Lmsn Lmpsy Lmwei Lmcer Lmsur Lmmyt)