Brainflayer ❲LIMITED❳

Brainflayer found it.

Not with a key. Not with force. With a whisper — sliding between thought and instinct, curling into the amygdala like smoke into a locked room. brainflayer

By the time you realize your fortress is gone, you’re standing over what’s left of your best friend’s memory — and smiling with its smile. Brainflayer found it

They said the mind was a fortress. Stone walls of memory. Iron gates of will. But every fortress has a flaw — a seam where the wind gets in. brainflayer