The air hummed with a strange energy. I could feel it in my bones, a dissonance between the known and something utterly alien. My thoughts were like stained glass, constantly rearranging. It was a terrifying illusion. I was lost in a vortex of illusions, and the only thing I could do was listen as the world transformed around me. K-Hole Crossroads

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