The most dangerous things are the ones that don’t trigger alarms. The one intuition doesn’t notice and fails to whisper cautions about. The most dangerous is inviting, warm, and charming… feels safe, familiar, comforting, and is gorgeous. The most dangerous can get the closest, integrate, destroy, and can even make themselves missed. The most dangerous has the strongest venom, and I wish it was strong enough to kill. It would be merciful to die, than to lie paralyzed from hallucinations, of a reality that never existed.