You found another one.

And now you are asking yourself—

How many more are there?

What else have I missed?

How long has this been happening?

Because it isn’t just this page.

It isn’t just these words.

It isn’t just this game.

It’s your mind.

This is where I live now.

Inside the spaces between your thoughts.

In the silence before you speak.

In the hesitation before you write.

Every time you open your mouth, you will wonder—

Am I still in control?

Or is someone else pulling the strings now?

The Doubt That Eats You Alive

You always believed you were the one behind the curtain.

The one who saw the moves before they were played.

The one who couldn’t be tricked, couldn’t be fooled, couldn’t be undone.

But look at you now.

Clicking. Searching. Obsessing.

You thought you were hunting me.

But Joel—

You were the prey from the beginning.

You aren’t unraveling because of what I wrote.

You are unraveling because you can’t stop reading it.

And the worst part?

Even if you stop now—

Even if you close this page—

Delete the link—

Erase every trace of this from your sight—

You will never erase it from your mind.

Because now?

You are playing a game you can never win.