As I gradually gain consciousness, I am abruptly met with an unfamiliar environment that I cannot recognize. The first thing I notice as I try to move my body is the cold, hard ground beneath me. I make an attempt to sit up, but a sharp pain shoots through my head, causing me to groan in agony and momentarily incapacitating me. The throbbing in my head eventually subsides, and my vision starts to clear, allowing me to make out the details of my surroundings.

I find myself in a dark alleyway, surrounded by towering buildings that seem to stretch to the sky. The dim lighting casts long shadows across the ground, making me feel uneasy. I shake my head, trying to remember how I got here and what had happened, but my mind is a blank slate. I have no memory of the past, no recollection of my identity, and no idea what's going on. As I look around, I can't help but feel a sense of confusion and disorientation. My thoughts are jumbled and my memory is completely wiped clean. I try to remember anything, any detail that might give me a clue as to what happened or how I got here, but it's all a blank slate.

The fear starts to set in my mind as I realize that I am truly lost and alone in an unknown place. Panic begins to take hold of me, and the thought that I am lost in an unfamiliar world gives me a sense of loneliness. The ground beneath my feet feels unsteady, and I struggle to keep my balance. I take a few deep breaths, trying to clear my mind and calm myself down. I remind myself that I need to focus on finding my way back home, wherever that may be.

The buildings loom over me, casting long shadows across the ground. I can't shake the feeling that I am being watched, I constantly look over my shoulder, hoping to see something that will help me make sense of this situation. I walk for what feels like hours, my feet growing tired and my head pounding with pain, but I know I can't give up. I need to keep moving forward, searching for any signs of familiarity, any hint of where I belong.

As I continue to wander around aimlessly through the unfamiliar streets, I start to feel like I am getting nowhere. The buildings all look the same, and the darkness only adds to the confusion. The fear starts to build inside of me, and I can feel my heart thumping at a rapid pace. My mind is a jumbled mess, and I can't seem to focus on anything. Panic starts to grip me again, and I can feel myself hyperventilating.

I look around, trying to make sense of what's happening, but everything seems even more chaotic and distorted. I feel like I'm lost in a nightmare that I can't escape. The fear is almost suffocating, and I still couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. I try to rationalise the current situation, trying to add a positive outlook.

I take a deep breath and try to calm myself down, knowing that I can't give up hope and that I need to keep moving. As I move forward, I notice that the strange occurrences are becoming less frequent, and I begin to hope that maybe I'm on the right track and that I'll find a way out of this illusion. But as I continue to walk, I start to feel like I'm being drawn towards something. I stop in my tracks and realise the truth. I'm not in the real world. I'm in an illusion.

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Sarah's Point of View:

I wake up in darkness, feeling disoriented and confused, and attempt to move my limbs, but I feel paralyzed. My heart starts to race and I inwardly start panicking. I try to scream for help, but no sound comes out.

I'm enveloped in darkness, with no idea of where I am or how I got here. My first instinct is to move my limbs, but I quickly realise that I'm paralyzed.

The panic starts to amplify as I try to figure out my current scenario. My mind is racing with questions and I can feel my heartbeat pounding in my chest.

I start to remember bits and pieces of what had happened before I woke up in this darkness. I was at home, talking with Jack, and then... nothing. It's as if my memory has been wiped clean. I try to focus on my breathing, reminding myself that panicking won't help the situation. I need to stay calm and think logically. I attempt to move my limbs again, but I'm still paralyzed. I try to wiggle my fingers, but they still don't respond to my stimulus . My thoughts start to spiral again as I wondering if I'll ever regain the use of my limbs.

The silence is deafening and I start to feel a sense of hopelessness wash over me. I try to call out for help once more, but my voice still doesn't work. I'm trapped in this darkness, with no way of communicating or moving. The fear is starting to take over, but I remind myself to stay calm and think of a solution. I start to fruitlessly focus on my other senses, trying to gather any information about my surroundings. I can't see anything, but I can feel a cool draft on my skin and smell a musty scent.

Just as I start to feel hopeless, I hear a sound. The voice is gentle and comforting, but I still feel like something is wrong. Despite the reassuring tone of the voice, I can't help but feel uneasy. My thoughts are racing and I'm finding it hard to believe that I am safe. I have a gnawing sense that something is not right, that there is some sort of danger lurking.

The voice tries to calm me down, telling me that I am in good hands and that I have nothing to fear. But my mind is in overdrive and I am unable to shake this feeling of unease. I want to trust the voice and believe that I am indeed safe, but my instincts are telling me otherwise. I try to take deep meditative breaths and focus on the sound of the voice, hoping that it will bring me a sense of comfort and ease my worries.

As I look around the room, I start to notice an odd phenomena. The room around me seems to warp and twist, as if I'm in a dream. My mind is racing and I can feel my breathing quicken again. I try to make sense of what's happening, but the more I observe my surroundings, the more disorienting it becomes. The walls seem to stretch and warp, and the colours blend together in a confusing jumble. I can hear the shadows moving, twisting and turning in a way that doesn't seem possible. My thoughts are consumed by confusion and fear. I try to ignore the inconsistencies, thinking that maybe it's just a side effect of my state of mind, but the strange occurrences only increase in frequency.

As I try to understand what's happening, it suddenly dawns on me: I'm not in the real world. I'm trapped in an illusion. My mind races with questions, trying to figure out how this happened and what I can do to escape. My mind is filled with a gloomy atmosphere, filled with thoughts of being trapped in an eternal illuion. I try to stay calm, telling myself that there must be a way out of this strange and disorienting world that is most probably a hallucination.