Subliminal spaces warp around you, and sinister whispers flood your mind, invading every corner of your thoughts. The voices grow louder, more frantic, pulling at the very edges of your sanity. Your skull pulses with unbearable pain, each throb accompanied by grotesque images that no one else can see. Is this a nightmare, or have you stumbled into something far worse?
Reality unravels. The lines between dreams and waking horrors blur. You try to blink away the terror, but every time your eyes close, the shadows twist tighter around you. Your breath catches, panic swelling, yet when you scream, nothing comes. Not even silence offers comfort. You want to run—need to run—but your body betrays you, stuck in place as dread coils around your limbs like icy chains.
Someone, please, save me! Your mind screams into the abyss, but no one hears. The air grows colder, biting against your skin as something unseen lurks in the darkness, watching... waiting. Your blood turns to ice, and fear drips into every pore as the space around you distorts. Finally, adrenaline hits—a burst of survival instinct. You force your legs to move, but they feel leaden, as though you're dragging your body through thick, inescapable quicksand. Each step becomes a battle against time, the exit a fleeting hope, flickering like a mirage.
And then... you see it—the door, the way out! But with each desperate step, it slips further from reach. You push harder, faster, but the more you fight, the more distant it becomes. The space between you and escape stretches infinitely.
Will you ever escape?
Or has the nightmare already won?
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