R: 50 ft; T: creature; D: [sum] minutes
The target is suddenly overcome by a creeping paranoia. Everything is sharp, bristling with pale marble thorns. They’re tucked under the petals of flowers, in the mouths of lovers, everywhere but their own clothes and skin. Every time they touch anything, Save vs Discipline or take [dice] Flesh damage. This damage is psychological, but can still kill. If they survive the enchantment, all damage is all undone.
At 4 [dice], the effect is spread memetically when they describe it.