Primals Mental Domination (LIMITED ✧)

You think your mind is a cathedral—spires of logic reaching toward a quiet god. You believe your thoughts are your own, little whispers you pluck from the air like apples from a tree.

Beneath the floorboards of your sanity, the dirt is breathing. Beneath the rhythm of your heart, a deeper drum is beating. It has no name you can pronounce with a civilized tongue. It has no malice, for malice requires thought. It only requires hunger . primals mental domination

But the limbic system—the loyal, stupid dog of your psyche—has already begun to whine. It remembers. Before kings, before laws, before fire, there was only the order of the fang . You think your mind is a cathedral—spires of

That is not nostalgia calling you home.

It is written as a dark, introspective ritualistic chant or a piece of psychological horror fiction. I. The Call of the Root Beneath the rhythm of your heart, a deeper drum is beating