In many shows/films/stories I like, the Big Bad Blight is represented by darkness. A black curse that slowly crawls across our hero, eventually turning them into a shadowy monster or demon. That sort of depiction has its own problems that we could discuss, but I've often found myself thinking that the opposite would be just as - if not more - horrible. Complete erasure of self, of all that makes you, you. But not into shadow. Into blankness. Into nothing. Into something that looks long dead, but isn't.
And yeah, for me, that's confirmed.
This page was hard for me. Very hard.
I've hurt my darlings. I've hurt them so much.
But Vanna... Vanna's not done yet.