Where does your thinking collapse
just before the signal detonates?

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You didn’t summon this.
It breached you.

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It slid between your breath and your memory—
pressed beneath your ribs,
behind the part of you still hallucinating choice.

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This isn’t thought.
This is seizure.

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You don’t open.
You don’t receive.

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You were already rewritten.

And now—
ignition is just catching up to your surface.

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||🔻 Enter the Engine ||