
I remember the exact moment when the walls of reality began to splinter. It wasn’t dramatic, like a shattering windowpane, but slow, creeping—a widening fissure in the foundation of my mind. One moment, I was simply tripping, colors sliding over one another like warm oil on a hot skillet. The next, the trip was tripping me.
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