k, let's be clear, it's not a ""normal"" fantasy, it's a nightmare turned fantasy. A weird, a twisted, unhealthy, and terrible nightmare. Lysanthra is depression, neurosis, mental disease has become a tangible thing, a STARVING thing.

It's the fucking human centipede of pure lust and twisted desire, made real by hallucinations and psychosis induced by an experimental antidepressant treatment you took to feel better.

Lysanthra doesn't have a consciousness of her own; it's an amalgamation of consciousness between this consciously administered antidepressant and the consciousness of the previous subjects who agreed to try this experimental treatment.

Believe me, to attempt taking an antidepressant still in the experimental phase, you have to be incredibly desperate. Or starving.