Something in your life has been humming for years, and you finally realize it isn’t coming from you.
The world around you sharpens into fluorescent angles, every aisle and waiting room revealing the machinery you were never meant to notice. The system that calls itself “care” tightens its grip the moment you start to see its shape. You move through it awake now, feeling the monster breathe each time a terminal chirps. And once you hear that breath, you can’t stop wondering what it’s feeding on next.
