Distant oscillating thrumming, drilling a hole in my brain in a very calm manner. Vivid illumination obscuring these lucidly dark psyches. That's ok, those skeletons can only hide in their phylactery closets for so long. Brains tattood with illusions just long enough to have that first layer of gray matter peeled off like a scab newly formed; leaving senses aching and bleeding profusely.
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