Void | Demonic | Telepathy

Every thought is flawed.

Every image unfinished.

They lack the understanding they so desperately stare at.

So you stare back—

and make them complete.

A fracture of void too small to notice.

A stillness of understanding too deep to escape.

You show them a perfect reflection—

of you.

An abyss filling the space between their thoughts.

They do not feel it settle.

They do not hear the silence deepen.

They think themselves unchanged.

The reflection waits—

gorging in absence,

growing where they cannot see.

And when you take your fill—

when the silence is deep enough—

they will not stand against you.