Daniel felt the weight of the days spent within the cold, lonely walls of the abandoned facility on his shoulders. His mind grew increasingly cloudy as he tried to comprehend the meaning of this unbelievable change he was experiencing. He avoided mirrors at all costs. Because every time he looked in the mirror, knowing that the alien silhouette appearing before his eyes belonged to him caused a deep shudder in his soul. Even when he involuntarily brought his hands to his face, he felt with horror that his fingertips were no longer covered with the human skin he knew, but with a slick, cold, and lifeless substance. A strange, luminous fluid circulated under his skin, and his veins, having lost the vibrant red color they once carried, had instead turned a dark black with an eerie glow.
In desperation, he spent his time scanning the internet with trembling hands. Perhaps a similar case had occurred somewhere in the world before. But he couldn't find the slightest trace of it, neither in scientific articles nor in the wildest urban legends. This was a completely unique, inexplicable situation. If he wanted to understand what had happened to him, he had to find his own answers.
One night, the faint lights inside the facility suddenly went out, and everything was plunged into pitch darkness. The pale light of the computer screens had also vanished, leaving only the eerie red-and-black glow seeping from the wounds on Daniel's skin. The fact that his own body emitted light in this way further reinforced the growing sense of cosmic strangeness within him. The cold air stung his skin like a sharp knife, but Daniel didn't feel cold. In fact, the sensation of temperature seemed to have disappeared entirely.
There had to be a logical reason for this. He no longer perceived cold and heat; he felt pain, but this pain was very different from the emotionally charged pain he used to experience. It now felt more like a warning signal, just like a robot.
To restore the electricity, he fumbled his way towards the facility's basement. As his footsteps made an eerie echo in the damp, dark corridors, he noticed that even his own breath sounded slightly different. It was as if his lungs had miraculously expanded, each breath carrying more oxygen.
Finally, when he reached the generator room, he saw that the fuel filter was clogged. As he instinctively reached out his hands, he realized his fingertips were much sharper and stronger than before. Like a natural blade, he quickly removed and cleaned the old, clogged filter. When the fuel started flowing again, the generator started up with a rattling sound, and the facility was lit up once more.
But just then, something unexpected happened. His head began to spin violently. His vision went black, his knees trembled, and he collapsed right where he stood, onto the concrete floor.