SUBSONIC SCREAMS: A DUBSTEP DESCENT INTO MADNESS

The wobble throbs like a rhythm in your chest, driving you further into the vortex. The distorted synths slice through the air, each note a piece of sanity shattered. You're lost in the turmoil, your soul vibrating in syncopation with the inferno of sound. The masses around you are possessed, their faces contorted in a frenzy. There's no escape