As in, insanity.
I'm hearing things again, which shouldn't be there.
I'm seeing shimmering patterns, shadows with nothing to cast them. Ripplling waves of distorted reality running along the walls.
I'm hearing the scream that echoed through my entire reality the first time I picked up that book. Back before the second nightmare. I hear the infinitely inexplicable sound of something that never existed trying to tear open a path to reality.
I miss you, Supernova. I'm sorry I haven't been around. I'm still here. I'm just not as close as I wish I was.
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