The boundless darkness and suffocation wrapped her tightly, as if a huge soft membrane was tightly attached to her, constantly entangled and tightened... Who is she? Who is that voice? Why is she here? She didn't know what was wrong with her, she just felt that all the desperate feelings of near-death and unfamiliar voices alternated, making her struggle on the edge of losing control. She hated everything that was dull and had established rules. She controlled her own life with her life. Love and hate were already indifferent low-level nutrients. What should she do...
Idea: Parasites will also fight back.