The world around me is swirling, chaotic, and filled with an inexplicable sense of dread. I stand here on the bridge, overlooking the city, my hands gripping the railing as if holding on for dear life. My eyes are wide, my mouth open in a silent scream that echoes through my entire being.
It all started earlier that day, as I walked along the path by the fjord. The sky was a swirling mass of oranges and pinks, casting an eerie glow over everything. I felt a sense of unease, as if something terrible was about to happen, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.
As I continued my walk, the feeling grew stronger. It was as if the very air around me was vibrating with fear and anxiety. I tried to shake it off, to tell myself it was just my imagination running wild, but deep down, I knew it was more than that.
And then, as I reached the bridge and looked out over the city, it hit me like a ton of bricks. The world around me seemed to be melting, twisting, warping into grotesque shapes. The buildings leaned precariously, the sky seemed to be collapsing in on itself, and everything was bathed in that strange, otherworldly light.
I couldn’t take it anymore. The fear, the dread, the overwhelming sense of despair—it all bubbled up inside me until I couldn’t contain it any longer. And so, I screamed. I screamed with all the power of my lungs, but no sound came out. It was as if the world had stolen my voice, leaving me to suffer in silence.
The terror consumed me, gripping me in its icy claws. I felt as though I were being dragged into some nightmarish abyss, where there was no escape, no respite from the horrors that surrounded me. Every fiber of my being screamed for release, for salvation from this waking nightmare.
And as I stood there, screaming into the void, I felt a strange sense of despair wash over me. It was as if my very soul were being torn apart, shredded by the sheer magnitude of the terror that engulfed me. I was lost, adrift in a sea of fear, with no hope of ever finding my way back to shore.
But still, I screamed. I screamed until my throat was raw, until my lungs burned with the effort, until I had nothing left to give. And yet, still, the horrors remained, mocking me with their twisted visages, taunting me with their endless torment.
And so, I stood there on the bridge, my mouth open in a silent scream, my eyes wide with terror, and I knew that I was lost. Lost to the darkness that lurked within me, lost to the despair that surrounded me, lost to the madness that threatened to consume us all.