The world outside your window isn't inviting. It’s actively hostile, a swirling vortex of glitches and decay. Forget picturesque sunsets and birdsong; what awaits is a fractured reality, bleeding at the edges, and desperately trying to unmake itself.
This isn’t a warning, it’s an observation. A cold, hard truth delivered with a chilling lack of sentiment. The familiar comforts of everyday life are illusions, fragile constructs on the verge of collapse.
Something is fundamentally *wrong*. The sky shimmers with impossible colors, buildings twist into unnatural angles, and the very air crackles with an unsettling energy. It’s a world where the laws of physics are merely suggestions, and sanity is a rapidly dwindling resource.
Don’t seek answers. Don’t try to understand. Understanding implies a logic to the chaos, a reason for the unraveling. There is none. Only the relentless, creeping dread of a reality dissolving around you.
The urge to investigate, to *fix* things, is a trap. Every step forward pulls you deeper into the anomaly, closer to the source of the corruption. Resisting the impulse to look is the only defense.
Ignore the whispers. They promise revelation, understanding, even salvation. They are lies, woven from the fabric of the broken world, designed to lure you into the abyss. Close your ears, shield your mind, and focus on… nothing.
The outside doesn’t want to be observed. It doesn’t want to be acknowledged. It wants to be forgotten. And perhaps, that’s the only way to survive. Turn away. Look inward. And pray it doesn’t find you.
Because once it notices you’re looking, the game truly begins. And it’s a game you cannot win.
