Preying, Preying, Preying slithers into the shadows of Mania's Muse: Verses from the Edge. This piece is a dance with the dark, where perception twists and the hunter becomes the hunted. It’s a descent into the madness of masks and the terrifying clarity of seeing too much. As you read, feel the slow creep of control slipping, where every glance hides a deeper truth, and the prey you once were now stalks in silence.

Embrace the darkness; the hunt has just begun.