The trees… they’re alive, you know? The forest isn’t just wood and leaves—it’s a trap. A cage. You think you’re safe, but then you hear it. The snap of a twig, the rustle of leaves. It’s coming. They’re always watching. Cannibals? They don’t understand. The jungle isn’t a place, it’s a mind. It knows you. It swallows you whole. You think you’re just walking? You’re walking right into it. You hear the whispers in the wind? The birds are spies. The mud pulls at your boots. You’re sinking deeper. They never tell you that, do they? No one gets out.

No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one.

Get out of my head! Get out of my head! Get out of my head! Get out of my head! Get out of my head! Get out of my head!