you see it with each passing moment, each time a new witness. the scars which create markings in the dirt. In our essence. and it’s this understanding, the unfortunate byproduct of coming into existence. the creature thrust into confusion. Loss of self. the creature struggling freezing, hungry, comfort? compassion? deserve? has no place in this wicked dungeon. each spawn a new parasite. to exploit and abuse for their own. each creation a new parasite.