But what if one day you wander too far, too entangled within the maze of your mind to realize your footprints form a path into the heart of a wasteland. What happens if you unknowingly cross over into a dimension with no way home, no way back when you find yourself startled into awareness.
You transform into a ghostly projection of your former self where everything is upside down and backwards and fundamentally flawed. Soon your skin turns a dull shade of grey to match the sprawled masses of angry clouds looming overhead and the hollows of your cheeks begin to appear sunken and defined.
You grow accustomed to the incessant trembling of your hands and eventually become blind to the cobwebs hanging from your eyelashes and the sores forming upon parched lips. You clench fists over handfuls of broken glass, split open your knuckles and ruin your voice screaming at the ceiling of the four walls confining you.
You’ve gone too far this time, passed through the borders into a realm from