Bent Reality Blues

The air crackled with a weird energy. I could sense it in my bones, a clash between the known and something completely different. My thoughts were like stained glass, constantly morphing. It was a fascinating illusion. I was drowning in a maze of perception, and the only thing I could do was wait as
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