“Fear?” The madman smiles slowly. “Fear is small. All things fear.”
You feel a chill run through your veins. No. Not fear.
“No. Fear would never feed our god. Dread. Dread is big. Dread is a feast. And how she will feast.”
He smiles.
Self-awareness is just a kind of storytelling. If you would describe yourself as self-aware, consider spending your energy on legend-craft rather than introversion spirals and the justification of your inscrutable feelings