Your will does not break. It dissolves . Like salt in a river. You are still you—your memories, your name, your favorite song—but all of that is now just the paint on the cage. The door was never locked. You just forgot you were allowed to leave.
You realize the terrible truth: You were never a person. You were a symbiont . A thinking coat worn by a beast to navigate the grocery store and pay taxes. And now the beast has shrugged you off. primals mental domination