No matter how I looked at this situation, something was terribly off here. It was a memory, yet somehow, I could feel everything as though I had been thrust into that moment. The air itself seemed to pulse with unnatural energy, cold and suffocating. The oppressive force coiled around me like iron chains, sinking into my chest and forcing my breath to turn shallow. It felt like my ribs were being squeezed from the inside, a sickening pressure that clung to my body as if their power refused to let me go.
I could sense the auras of those people clearly, so vividly that it unsettled me. Their presence weighed down on my senses like an unseen storm rolling across the sky. The space around me seemed to warp, distorting as if reality itself recoiled in their presence. A distant hum vibrated through the air, low and eerie, like something ancient stirring beneath the fabric of this twisted memory.
