ZOMBANT Gaelin Zhao

IN THE BEGINNING, IT WAS THIS QUIET INCEPTION OF THE MIND. YOU BARELY FELT IT.

AND BY THE TIME IT HIT,YOU WERE TOO HELPLESS, TOO LATE TO DO ANYTHING, IT CHANGED AND MORPHED, SLICING, SEVERING, DECIMATING THE STILLNESS THAT HAD DEVOURED YOUR MIND FOR SO LONG. IT HAD AN EDGE THAT YOU ENJOYED. FINALLY! NOISE! SHUDDERING AND SHAKING TO A GROSS GYRATION. YOU WRITHED IN THE GLORY OF IT, CHASING IT AS IT CHASED THE STILLNESS.

LOVE! THIS WAS LOVE!

HOUR AFTER HOUR, IT SPREAD. A CRUEL INTERLOPER SLIPPING INTO YOU. LANCING YOUR FLESH AND TEARING IT OPEN. ANCHORING IN YOUR SKULL AND ARCING ABOVE, YOU WERE ENAMORED WITH IT. AS THE FEELING DESTROYED YOU, IT WAS A SALVATION TOO. THE STILLNESS WAS GONE, REPLACED WITH EUPHORIA.

HOW COULD IT BE ANYTHING ELSE?

BUT HOW SHAMEFUL IT WAS. YOUR FLESH RENDERED UNRECOGNIZABLE, PROTRUDING AND UGLY, DRIVEN THROUGH WITH COUNTLESS SPIRES, IT PARALYZED YOU AND LEFT YOU TO ROT. AND YET YOU WERE STILL CAPTIVATED BY IT.

HOW COULD I NOT BE!

OH GOD, THESE HORRIBLE SPIRES! YOU CAUSED THEM WITH YOUR GROSS UNDYING LOVE! WHAT AWFUL DESIRES INSCRIBED UPON YOU LIKE A PLAGUE OF SORES. DISGUSTING!

YOU LACK THE POWER AND THE DRIVE TO RID YOURSELF OF IT, EXPLODING THROUGH YOUR OUTER CRUST, REACHING FOR THE SALVATION THAT WILL INCEPT ANOTHER. YOU JUST STAND HERE, CLUTCHED AND STUPID, ENAMORED AND DUMB.

I MUST BE! I HAVE TO BE!

IN THE REPULSIVE NATURE OF YOURSELF, YOU WILL FIND THE ROOT OF REASONABLE DOUBT, AND FINALLY, YOU WILL SEE.