From the depths of unyielding darkness, the world unfurled around me, each inch birthing into existence under the piercing light of my baby blue iris. But what emerged was not the world as I knew it; it was a twisted mockery of reality itself. Grey dust fell from the sky, forming suffocating mounds that encroached upon me from all sides, building a suffocating prison. A sinister wind swept through, shaping the dust into walls of stone. As I stood frozen in horror, a creeping agony gnawed at my left hand, and I watched in terror as violet veins snaked their way across my flesh. The pain intensified, searing through my very being like molten fire as they tore into my bicep. Reversing the flow, the pain began to burst to my fingertips, where the violet liquid leaked out. But the nightmare was far from over. The stone walls, once cold and lifeless, now oozed with the violet fluid. As the liquid pooled at my feet, a primal instinct screamed at me to flee, yet my limbs remained paralyzed with terror. A deafening shriek pierced the air, wrenching my gaze towards the abyss behind me. The stone wall had vanished, replaced by three towering violet bars, a cage from which there was no escape. Questions clawed at my mind, but no answers came. With every heartbeat, the liquid rose higher. Desperation ignited within me, and I plunged into the viscous depths, each step a battle against the oppressive weight of the unknown. The liquid clung to me, dragging me down into its depths.

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