The world was disintegrating around him, fragment by fragment.
A sharp buzzing sound, like a steel drill, drove into his temples with methodical cruelty. The ghostly echoes of the sonic explosion didn't just resonate in his bones they carved themselves there, transforming every fiber of his being into a violin string stretched to its breaking point. His vision liquefied, colors drowning in waves of metallic gray and sticky shadow. The contours of the world lost their definition, morphing into a bloody watercolor where reality and nightmare merged.
His consciousness, suspended by a silk thread ready to snap, oscillated dangerously above the abyss of unconsciousness. Each heartbeat was a challenge thrown at death, each breath an act of rebellion against imminent collapse.
But that thread... he grasped it.
Not with delicacy. Not with grace.
With the ferocity of a trapped animal, with the brutality of a man who refuses to die.
