None of it made any sense.

Up until now, I’d never doubted my own ability.

In the beginning—back when I’d first arrived in this world, I’d questioned it somewhat. I’d wondered if my power had limits, or if there was some unknown restriction on the number of uses, or if each use slowly ate away at some part of myself.

But in the ten years since, I’d never felt that my power chipped away at me.

People get tired from moving, they feel sleepy when they don’t sleep, thirsty when they don’t drink, and hungry when they don’t eat.

Yet …