A wolf parasitized by mushrooms.
The brain is invaded by spores and the thought is about to be destroyed.
I'm still conscious but quite confused, and the thought of removing the mushrooms in my head no longer exists.
I instinctively like damp places.

Day 1 "There is something round in my head"
Day 2 "Oh mushroom? !! Don't be silly, cut it out like this! 』\
Day 3 "I'm not feeling well. I can't get tired. 』\
Day 4 "? !! That mushroom ... has it still grown? Damn I'll take it again. 』\
Day 5 "Somehow my head is dizzy. Mysterious feelings ... 』\
Day 6 "Mushrooms are still ... dangerous. This is at the doctor's place ... What was it? "
Day 7 "Mushrooms are still growing ... I don't care about anything anymore ..."
Day 8 "It's nice to have a dark place. I hate the sun. I want moisture.』<<<< NOW