It starts subtly. A flicker of an idea, a melody stuck on repeat in your mind. A harmless fixation, you tell yourself. But the roots of thought begin to {wrap{ around your brain, tightening until there's no room for anything else. Days blur into weeks as your world contracts down to the obessive thoughts. Sleep becomes a fragmented escape, haunted

Embrace the delicious/delectable/divine allure of mental erosion. A journey where logic/reason/sanity becomes a distant memory/echo/whisper, and the tangible/mundane/ordinary world melts away. It's a sweet/syrupy/seductive descent into obsession/fixation/craving, where your thoughts/ideas/notions become twisted/warped/alien. A place where curiosity