Something in my vision feels off. It’s like I’m standing on a gently rocking boat (having never actually been on a boat, it’s at least how I would imagine it to be). The entire room seems to sway or, perhaps a better description, pulse. As if the walls are sucking in and out like lungs, the air itself a thumping heart, pulsing in steady, repetitive movements, as if pumping blood.
Dawg the demons are still there
