SUBSONIC SCREAMS: A DUBSTEP DESCENT INTO MADNESS

The wobble throbs like a pulse in your chest, driving you downwards into the abyss. The broken synths pierce through the air, each note a piece of sanity shattered. You're consumed in the turmoil, your body vibrating in syncopation with the inferno of sound. The flock around you are hypnotic, their faces contorted in a mania. There's no escape.