The air crackled with a strange energy. I could sense it in my bones, a friction between the known and something utterly alien. My thoughts were like watercolors, constantly rearranging. It was a terrifying illusion. I was drowning in a web of perception, and the only thing I could do was wait as the world unraveled around me. K-Hole Junction T

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