"Another day, another day to live in service," Riley murmured to himself, stretching his arms as the morning sun bathed the world in golden light.
He had been bored once—lost, drifting without purpose. But that was a past life, one that no longer mattered. Now, every day felt fulfilling. He had found his calling, and with it came a sense of satisfaction that made even the smallest moments enjoyable.
Of course, there were times he missed the luxuries of the modern world—the convenience of electricity, the ease of ordering food with a tap on a screen, the mindless entertainment that required no effort at all. But in the grand scheme of things, those were minor inconveniences. What he had gained here was far more valuable.
Aside from healing the sick and performing miraculous feats as a doctor, Riley had discovered another passion—one far more personal, indulgent, and, admittedly, hedonistic. His relationships had become just as vital to him as his craft.
