SUBSONIC SCREAMS: A DUBSTEP DESCENT INTO MADNESS

The wobble throbs like a rhythm in your chest, driving you further into the abyss. The broken synths slice through the air, each note a piece of sanity shattered. You're lost in the turmoil, your body vibrating in syncopation with the avalanche of sound. The flock around you are possessed, their faces contorted in a delirium. There's no escape.