TREASON

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Treason strikes with cruel precision, finding the tender places where trust lies deepest, where the wound will echo loudest. It pierces through your carapace, the shell you though unbreakable, and unfolds within you like a dark bloom. It spreads through your mind, its roots tangling in your faith, its petals unfurling in the quiet spaces where certainty once lived. Every thought it touches feels tainted, every memory distorted by the sting of betrayal. It is a flowering of ruin, beautiful in its cruelty, leaving you exposed and raw.