I am a prisoner behind my own eyes.
Can the Yanoth hear our thoughts in our hijacked bodies?
I can’t hear theirs.
I only hear their grim language, spoken with our tongues. Only witness the dark blasphemies they perform.
Trapped.
Voiceless.
All of us.
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