My analytical mind, usually a dispassionate instrument, began to build a meticulous internal dossier on what I was seeing on a note app.
The instant the last piece of behavioral anomaly clicked into place, the realization hit me with the force of a digital EMP.
My brain, typically a fortress of cold logic, shattered.
All the disparate threads of data, the eerie coincidences, the unsettling omissions—they coalesced into a single, horrifying truth.
Realizing all that, my mind grew even more chaotic.
Distorted, disordered, and tangled as a rotten knot in a sewer pipe. It felt like my neural pathways were short-circuiting, sparks of revulsion firing alongside flashes of gruesome imagery.
