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Elias began to run. The floor turned to liquid asphalt, pulling at his boots. Behind him, the shadows coalesced into a monstrous shape—a physical manifestation of every failure he’d ever buried. It moved with unnatural speed, its limbs clicking like metronomes.

He reached a heavy iron door at the end of the hall. He threw it open and stepped into a wasteland of rusted machinery and towering flames. The sky was a bruised purple, lightning flashing in sync with a frantic, chugging riff that seemed to vibrate his very bones. Spitfire - Nightmares (2022)

The neon lights of the city didn’t offer warmth; they only cast long, jagged shadows that felt like reaching fingers. Elias sat at the edge of his bed, his knuckles white as he gripped the frame. The clock on the wall had stopped at midnight, but the pulsing rhythm in his chest—fast, relentless, like a double-bass drum—told him the night was just beginning. Elias began to run

A distorted reflection looked back at him. It wasn't his face, but a skeletal version of his own regrets, wearing a grin made of jagged silver. The air smelled of ozone and scorched earth. Suddenly, the walls began to vibrate. A high-pitched wail, like a dive-bombing guitar solo, tore through the silence. It moved with unnatural speed, its limbs clicking