[ . . . ] LYRIC BASED STARTER CALL . ☞ @sacredflorist
The world begins to shift , eyes clouded with a fog of unreality battling with the truth that exists before him . He stumbles , catching himself at his knees , unable to care who sees him as he braces for impact with the ground , but he never meets it . He blinks , clenching the temples of his head , hair dissheveled in his gripping fingers , and stops his forward approach . ' It hurts , ' is all he can think . It hurts . It hurts . Stop it .
And the haze begins to lift , the pain begins to dissipate , and otherworldy urges no longer threaten him . He breathes slowly , eyes wide with fear and confusion , before brushing it off with a rather dismissive , ❛ Jus' dizzy . Let's keep moving . ❜ If he evades the concern forever , he'll never have to deal with it . . . right ?