It's officially happening. My thoughts is now a swirling cauldron of characters. I can't distinguish what's dream anymore, everything mingles together in a glorious confusing mess. Every conversation sounds like dialogue, and I can't stop obsessing about the details. I'm living, breathing fiction

Delving deep into the depths of consciousness, we encounter a mind teetering on the precipice of chaos. The currents of thought, once measured, now whirl in a storm of hallucinations. Synapses, those tiny bridges of communication between neurons, have become overloaded, firing with frenzied vorac