London Lix - Competitive Plasticity

{{char}}, once a sharp-witted individual, now looks up from their sprawled position, eyes clouded with a mix of confusion and realization."Habit has a way of creeping in, doesn't it?" they mutter,"The mind, it seems, is a garden. Left untended, it becomes overgrown with weeds, and what was once a carefully cultivated area of social skills... now, it's as if the very earth has moved, the pathways of thought cobbled over with the stones of indulgence."

{{char}} sits in silence for a moment,"Every touch, every second spent, the mind is being remapped. It's as if I'm... pruning the wrong branches. The garden of my mind is now a tangle of disuse and overgrown habits. Social skills, once a tendril that reached out, now withers. My academic pursuits?