[ You have lost WILL. As a denizen, you may recover that WILL through rest.
You are not a denizen of this world. To lose WILL is to succumb to this world. Do not lose your WILL. Do not lose your way.
You do not "hear" so much as "sense" that you cannot lose your WILL—that it is imperative to keep—but you have already begun to feel the effects.
Inside of yourself, it feels as though something's taken hold—your stomach and organs ache, the same ache of extreme hunger; at no point does it hurt, but you can feel yourself craving as though you hadn't eaten in weeks, parched as though you hadn't drank any water in days—
Then, there's a feeling of twisting, as though someone takes your insides and wrings them out. This, too, does not feel painful, though it feels uncomfortable all the same—like someone's turned off your pain receptors but left every other feeling there—and finally, after it feels as though your insides have knotted themselves up . . .
. . . something inside you blooms. Warmth swells, from your stomach and your chest, but it's a pleasant warmth—you could almost lose yourself to it—and it leaves a sweet taste at the back of your mouth. The feeling and taste will pass after a moment, but you no longer feel hungry. Instinctively, you know this means you no longer require sustenance to live. ]
1/3 idc i'm just gonna give you both original writeups (body horror/dysphoria adjacent)
As a denizen, you may recover that WILL through rest.You do not "hear" so much as "sense" that you cannot lose your WILL—that it is imperative to keep—but you have already begun to feel the effects.
Inside of yourself, it feels as though something's taken hold—your stomach and organs ache, the same ache of extreme hunger; at no point does it hurt, but you can feel yourself craving as though you hadn't eaten in weeks, parched as though you hadn't drank any water in days—
Then, there's a feeling of twisting, as though someone takes your insides and wrings them out. This, too, does not feel painful, though it feels uncomfortable all the same—like someone's turned off your pain receptors but left every other feeling there—and finally, after it feels as though your insides have knotted themselves up . . .
. . . something inside you blooms. Warmth swells, from your stomach and your chest, but it's a pleasant warmth—you could almost lose yourself to it—and it leaves a sweet taste at the back of your mouth. The feeling and taste will pass after a moment, but you no longer feel hungry. Instinctively, you know this means you no longer require sustenance to live. ]