Morning came with violence.
The way disasters usually do. Loud. Personal. And entirely unnecessary.
Not the physical kind. Worse.
Notifications.
My system chimed.
[DM – Zeref]
Good morning. Did you sleep well?
Did you eat yet?
You should eat. You forget when you're stressed.
I stared at the message like it might explode if I blinked wrong.
Another chime. Immediately. Because of course.
[DM – Kael]
Morning. How are you feeling?
Any regrets?
Do you want to do something today? Church blessing? Walk? World-saving?
I lay back down and stared at the ceiling.
Two message windows.
Two men.
Two entirely different flavors of concern.
Both illegal before breakfast.
Too polite.
Too attentive.
Too soon.
Muted.
Both of them.
Instant silence.
I exhaled so hard my soul almost left my body. Bliss. Pure, uncut bliss. Ten out of ten feature. Whoever invented the mute function deserves a divine relic and a national holiday.
