The ancient grove whispered tales, their gnarled branches reaching out like skeletal fingers. Starlight filtered through the leaves, casting eerie shadows that danced upon the forest floor. A chill swept in the air, sending a shiver down my spine. The scent of damp earth filled my lungs as I walked deeper into the unknown, each step echoing through

Reality fractured. A rift yawns open, revealing a void of dissonance. The familiar plane becomes distorted. Cognition falter as the foundation of existence shudders. We navigate through this modified reality, struggling to reconcile the broken pieces. The boundaries between perception blur, leaving us disoriented. Is this a transitory state? A ep