And it has found the crack in your skull.
It is written as a dark, introspective ritualistic chant or a piece of psychological horror fiction. I. The Call of the Root primals mental domination
And it begins to hunt.
You realize the terrible truth: You were never a person. You were a symbiont . A thinking coat worn by a beast to navigate the grocery store and pay taxes. And now the beast has shrugged you off. And it has found the crack in your skull
Your will does not break. It dissolves . Like salt in a river. You are still you—your memories, your name, your favorite song—but all of that is now just the paint on the cage. The door was never locked. You just forgot you were allowed to leave. The Call of the Root And it begins to hunt
That is not nostalgia calling you home.
That is the primal mind, using your own mouth as a lure.