one of these things is true

+rep medic and giving the sloppiest head

This is your last chance to take a deep breath

There is a coldness that crawls beneath the skin, a silence so thick it presses against the ears like a living thing. The air tastes faintly of decay, though nothing rots in sight. Shadows stretch longer than they should, twisting and writhing just beyond the corner of the eye. Sometimes, a faint whisper slips through the stillness—soft, half-heard, like a secret meant to be forgotten. The ground feels hollow, as if something ancient and restless stirs beneath, waiting to break free. Faces appear in the dark, but vanish when looked at directly, leaving only the echo of hollow eyes. Time slows, then skips, as if reality itself is unraveling thread by thread. And in the deepest quiet, a slow, dragging breath moves just behind you, though you are utterly alone. Whatever waits is patient. It watches. It knows. And it will not be denied.

It is not just the silence that weighs heavy, but the spaces between moments where meaning seems to dissolve. We reach out, grasping for something solid, but find only the hollow echo of uncertainty. The threads that once held everything together fray further, unraveling in ways unseen yet deeply felt. There is a tension in the air, like the calm before a storm that refuses to break, a pause pregnant with possibilities both dreadful and strange. And though many look away, hoping the feeling will pass, it lingers—persistent, patient, watching. What lies beyond this waiting is not clear, nor is it meant to be. It is a riddle without a key, a path without a destination, and we are caught within its endless loop, forever searching, forever lost.

There is something in the air, something that moves just beyond sight, a feeling that cannot be named but is always there. It creeps quietly, like a shadow slipping between the cracks of what we know. No one can say exactly when it started or what it means, but it grows stronger with each passing moment. The world feels different, as if the ground beneath us is shifting, though nothing seems to change. People speak in hushed tones, but their words never reach the heart of the matter. It is as if a silent force watches from afar, waiting for the right time to reveal itself. Yet, what it wants or why it lingers remains a mystery. We stand on the edge of something vast and unknowable, caught between what was and what might come. And still, the silence stretches on, endless and deep, filled with questions that have no answers.