>>5324821https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t0I4mTEdAf8<span class="mu-i">“--d-d-d–stroyed… d–est–t-t-troyed…”
“Many buildings— d-d-d-d-estroyed…”
“--d-d-d–stroyed–”</span>
Over and over, the same words repeat in various pitches and voices, like a broken record playing on loop.
Whipping your head to the screen, you find the television playing snapshots of decimated buildings– places that had likely been destroyed by the Crux– just as you feel some force <span class="mu-i">pull</span> upon your body, right towards the door with the chilling aura.
Moreover, the feelings that the intruder had imposed upon you, which had been a mere whisper only seconds ago, are now amplified tenfold as the full weight of his grief threatens to bring you to your knees.
<span class="mu-i">“--g-g-g-g-guilty–”
“--g-g-g-g-guilty–”
“--g-g-g-g-guilty–”</span>
There are pins in your head. Your skin feels like weak rubber around your bones. All of the sudden, you want to scream, but no sound comes from your lips.
These–these aren’t your feelings. You know they aren’t.
But, the longer you stand here, the more they threaten to overwhelm you. Your body begins to drag towards the final door.
>Resist the pull– you’re not playing slave to this guy’s mind palace, no matter how hard he’s messing with your brain!>Don’t resist– just be ready to deal with whatever lies on the other side of the door. >Write-in>(4/4) 