A man who lives alone sees his walls emit phantoms which swirl about his head, each one the partial embodiment of one of his fears or regrets. A cacophony of silence penetrates his soul, and he falls headfirst into the abyss, never to return to this living horror, into which his life had metamorphosed right in front of his very eyes.


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... and then the wild beast showed its claws ...
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