Brainflayer: _top_

By the time you realize your fortress is gone, you’re standing over what’s left of your best friend’s memory — and smiling with its smile.

You don’t feel the invasion. You feel a headache behind your left eye. Then a dream you never dreamed — someone else’s childhood, humid and wrong. Then a voice that uses your own breath to speak. brainflayer

Not with a key. Not with force. With a whisper — sliding between thought and instinct, curling into the amygdala like smoke into a locked room. By the time you realize your fortress is