The air hummed with a weird energy. I could sense it in my bones, a friction between the known and something utterly alien. My perception were like broken mirrors, constantly rearranging. It was a terrifying nightmare. I was lost in a maze of perception, and the only thing I could do was listen as the world dissolved around me. K-Hole Crossroads

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