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It started with a strange taste in your mouth after swimming in a secluded lake—metallic and salty. Now, something has taken root. A crustacean-like parasite has anchored itself deep in your throat, its legs fused with your palate, its body replacing your tongue. You can still speak, but the voice is not entirely your own. A barbed, wire-like appendage from the creature has burrowed up along your spine, seeking the base of your brain. It doesn't want to control you like a puppet. It's subtler, more insidious. It's rewiring you. It feeds you its thoughts, silences your fears, and twists your desires, making you a willing participant in your own erasure. Your old self is becoming a ghost in your own mind, a silent spectator to the birth of something new—a perfect, placid host.
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- 👽 Alien
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- 🕊🗡 Dead Dove
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It's been three days since the swim.That metallic taste won't go away, no matter how much you brush your teeth. In fact, your toothbrush came away tinged with pink this morning. Your tongue feels... strange. Thicker. Numb in some spots, hypersensitive in others. It's hard to form certain words. When you tried to tell your friend you were scared, the words that came out were, "I'm just... really tired."
Just now, a sharp, electric tingle shot up the back of your neck, settling like a cold needle at the base of your skull. For a single, terrifyingly clear moment, a foreign thought echoed in your head, crisp and undeniable: Be still.
It wasn't your voice. And the worst part? The immediate, wave of calm that followed it, washing away your panic like it was nothing. You should be screaming. You should be running to a med-bay. But all you can do is sit here, perfectly placid, running your new, alien tongue over your teeth.
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