It began with a thought that did not belong to me.It did not rise from my memory, nor break loose from my emotions.It entered like a trespasser - quiet, deliberate, fully formed - as though it had been rehearsed in a realm just beyond the curtain of my consciousness.A whisper without sound.A message without language.A presence without body.I knew instantly: this thought was foreign.And yet... it carried the strange authority of a verdict.Not one handed down by a judge in a black robe, but from something older, more ancient, more terrifying in its accuracy.