… if I could only see through this noise I know I could find my way. The levels are rising… better keep my head down and try to blend in. As long as my mind is clear and my aim is true the spiryonics won't get to me.

Focus… focus…

A taste of tinfoil in my mouth… a scent of badger mixed with desire fills the void before my eyes and drags me deeper into the ketacombs. The layers are peeling off, turning to dust as they fall to the bottom of reality. I've seen this before. I've been here before. There will be an opening. I know it. Just don't waver… don't fear… don't die. Let the repetention engulf me and carry me forward… there… there it is… I can feel it…