The ambush happens before you know you’re in danger. You sit down, relaxed, certain you’re just glancing at an ordinary desk, and your brain slips into lazy, pre-programmed seeing. Nothing feels wrong—until it does. A single object is off. One angle, one shadow, one tiny, treacherous detail that your mind swears is fine… until it isn’t. That’s when your quiet confidence in your own perception begins to cra… Continues…