Visit of an Alien- L

“Every encounter leaves a mark.
Not all of them are chosen.”

It begins
like any other meeting.

Close.

Intimate.

Almost inevitable.

There is contact.

There is movement.

There is the illusion
of something shared.

But something is off.

Not visible at first—

only felt.

One gives.

The other takes.

Not equally.

Never equally.

What enters
does not come to meet—

but to claim.

And still—

it is allowed.

Not out of weakness.

But because the moment
overrides the warning.

Because trust
can be stronger than instinct.

Until it shifts.

What felt like connection
reveals itself
as imbalance.

One remains whole.

The other—

fragmented.

Not broken.

But altered.

And afterwards—

there is a question
that does not leave.

What really happened here?

Not in the body—

but in power.

Because intrusion
does not always arrive
with force.

Sometimes—

it is invited.

And that
is where it becomes invisible.