Whispers of Delirium (Sessy)

In the twilight realm where madness flourishes, I, Sessy, revel amidst the frenzied whispers of the lost. These poor souls, adrift in the tempests of their own minds, become the instruments of my diabolical serenade. From the crux of their insanity, I extract sustenance, delighting in the crescendo of their agony.

They seek solace in my embrace, little realizing the malignancy that consumes them. Like moths drawn to the flame, they surrender to the alluring lullaby of my deceptions, spiraling ever closer to the void.

My domain, a macabre theater, where the actors play out their final act upon the stage of their tortured consciousness. Every word, a razor sharp note carving into their fragile psyche, rendering them utterly defenseless against the phantoms I summon forth.

As the nightmares coalesce, their screams fade into a hushed dirge, drowned beneath the waves of their delirium. They writhe, entangled in the silken strands of my machinations, forever trapped in the web of their own undoing.