Buildings stand tall and indistinct, fractured monoliths across a hazy sky.
Concrete grows like a tumour, writhing and pulsating.
Drentched in the sickness of this world.
Sometimes, in the corner of your eye, you see shadows creeping in the distance. When you try to focus, they are gone.
You feel a pressure in your skull. An insistent squeeze among the most delicate of your parts and then you simply let go.
There are no shadows. You have learnt to forget
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There are lesions on the walls.
An infection that has taken root so deeply that they weep with it.
The stench is unbearable.
youre entranced etc etc, you touch it. (link to next page)
You should probably go back now.