The air hummed with a unnatural energy. I could sense it in my bones, a dissonance between the known and something utterly alien. My perception were like watercolors, constantly morphing. It was a fascinating illusion. I was drowning in a web of perception, and the only thing I could do was listen as the world unraveled around me. Trip Threshold

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