No forewarning, the angry migraine is triggered. A small annoying dot of white light appears. The edges of the dot pulsate rhythmically like a heartbeat. It’s impenetrable. Eyes open, eyes shut, the aura lingers. Squeezing shut, tighter and longer each time, nothing makes it disappear. The vivid blaze of white energy multiplies in size, morphing and consuming everything around it, till its victim is sucked into the gargantuan silent abyss. It can’t be willed away, it’s too late.
Deep, throbbing torment pounds inside, not begging for escape, rather delighting in wretched demeanor. A forlorn promise pit-a-pats and vibrates, enveloping all sensibility. Temples hammer with contempt, and a bitter pain permeates every crevice. Small sounds shrill like sirens. Even a comforting touch proves menacing as it reverberates deep into the outer reaches of every muscle. The haunting ordeal begets bleary and debilitated prey.
Seething, tumultuous waves engulf its victim’s gut, and anxiety exacerbates hopelessness. Pangs of agitation churn and rankle with every splash of its tide. A rush of vociferous growls echo aloud. The anguish intensifies, and the storm rages relentlessly. Stabbing shards violently scrape hollow, empty walls. The carefully calculated casualty is left queasy and tired, cognizant of inevitable fate. It will get worse before it gets better.
Agony twists and entangles, spiraling violently downward in a snare of despair. It spins furiously and abruptly crashes. The splat echoes a grotesque, heightened consciousness. It triumphs. Only now can its unabashed conquest begin the laborious ascent, a tedious, interminable process of healing. Fury subsides, but the residual effects resonate indefinitely.
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