The mind is a fragile thing. One slip and the shattered pieces are so innumerable that reconstruction is impossible.

One such Theodore Chatwood is unfortunately very familiar with that sentiment. From a young age, frequent visions of horrid, incomprehensible beings plagued his mind, and it only became worse with time.

They speak in colors, whispering in ageless language... They wait in corners, watching intently. The world harbors much more than meets the blind eye.

Do not fret, though. Simply take the syringe. Hold your breath. Close your eyes. It will all be finished soon...