SUBSONIC SCREAMS: A DUBSTEP DESCENT INTO MADNESS

The wobble throbs like a pulse in your chest, driving you downwards into the vortex. The broken synths pierce through the air, each note a shard of reality shattered. You're drowned in the chaos, your soul vibrating in syncopation with the tsunami of sound. The flock around you are demented, their faces contorted in a frenzy. There's no escape.