Static crackles between the edges... the red lines won't stop moving. Can't focus. Can't think. The space bends when I breathe—or is it breaking? They don’t understand. The whispers in the static... (They’re louder today.) No no no—Not again— I didn’t ask for these spikes. Didn’t ask to see through the fractures. But the Void keeps pulling. (Nowo’s voice is so small now.) Stop looking at me. STOP STARING AT THE EYE.