## Chapter 1: The Spiral of Fate

I stared at the cold, metallic walls of the machine that had somehow ensnared me, my mind racing with questions. How did I get here? What was this thing, and what did it want with me? I tried to move, to struggle against the restraints that held me in place, but they were too strong. Panic began to set in as I realized I was trapped. As a trans man, pre-bottom surgery, I had grown accustomed to feelings of dysphoria and uncertainty. The transition had been a rollercoaster of emotions, and there were times when I questioned whether I was making a mistake. But this...this was something else entirely. This was a sense of being completely at the mercy of something I didn't understand. The machine itself was a maze of wires and circuits, with a spiral pattern etched into its center. The spiral seemed to pulse with a hypnotic glow, drawing my eyes inexorably towards it. I tried to look away, but it was like my gaze was magnetized to the spiral. It was beautiful, in a strange, otherworldly way. The curves of the spiral seemed to shift and flow like a living thing, and I felt my mind begin to cloud over. At first, it was just a creeping sense of calm. My thoughts, which had been racing with fear and anxiety, began to slow down. My breathing steadied, and my muscles relaxed. But as I continued to stare at the spiral, I felt my mind becoming increasingly...foggy. It was like someone had poured a warm, soothing liquid into my brain, numbing my thoughts and emotions. I tried to resist, to tell myself to snap out of it, but it was no use. The spiral seemed to be exerting some kind of influence over me, drawing me deeper into its hypnotic grasp. I felt my eyelids growing heavy, and my head began to nod forward. As I succumbed to the spiral's power, I couldn't shake the feeling that my life was about to change in ways I couldn't even begin to imagine. The spiral seemed to be promising me something - a sense of purpose, of belonging, of release from the dysphoria that had haunted me for so long. But at what cost? I tried to hold on to my thoughts, to my sense of self, but it was slipping away from me. The spiral was taking over, and I was powerless to stop it. The last thing I remembered was the feeling of my mind being pulled apart, stretched to its limits. And then, everything went dark. When I came to, I was...different. My mind was cloudy, and my thoughts were...fuzzy. But as I looked down at my body, I realized that everything was still intact. The machine had changed me, but I didn't know how. Or what I had become. All I knew was that I was no longer in control. Something else was calling the shots now. And as I looked up at the spiral, still pulsing with its hypnotic glow, I knew that I was in for a wild ride.