The air is thick with distortion as my vision fractures. Like a cat transfixed by a flickering laser, I am lured toward the impossible geometry of eternity--yet it feels dangerous. I scan my surroundings: the crimson sky bleeds with the scent of eternal cherry, while the ground swells into a blue so deep it echoes the ocean abyss where light dares not tread. There's no way out—-encased in a surreal prison of thought and colour, I cling to a fragile thread of faith, daring to believe I can endure even as the face haunts my dreams. And yet, not all is forsaken. Birdsong drifts in like a memory of peace, softening the edges of madness and reminding me: the soul still breathes.