Contemplate, in Cure, the birth of evil — or perhaps the awakening of a human nature already vile, frustrated, or repressed not through a virulent force, but like a silent, apathetic virus. An evil that begins intangible, germinates evenly, crawls patiently until it finally transmutes into a demon.
Here, evil doesn't scream. It is whispered. Whispered through calm ideas, quiet rituals. Like an infectious gospel, an empty doctrine that offers no answers, only dissolves questions, unravels, dismantles the "self". Slowly,…
