Limerence Reverie”

The brain can turn feral.

It manufactures devotion, rewrites memory, sharpens longing until it feels like destiny.

This is the moment before impact when fixation devours reason. When grief is not yet grief, only a fever dream. The film was chemically altered, like the mind under obsession. The wolf is not outside of me. It is neurological. It feeds on fantasy and leaves fragmentation behind.

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