Name
The Story of the Colonial Subject
Token ID
4000000000000000007
Description
As I traversed these kaleidoscopic streets, a sensation of unease grew within me. Shadows wriggled along the edges of my vision, whispering secrets that dissonated with the human ear. The air was thick with a noxious fog that seemed to penetrate not only my lungs but also the recesses of my mind. And then, I saw them—figures that stood at the crossroads between nightmare and unutterable horror. These beings, if beings they could be called, were no more than collections of angles and curves, moving in ways that defied all logic. Faces shifted and melted, limbs elongated and retracted, as if they were the product of a malevolent artist's fevered imagination. I felt an irresistible pull towards them, a gravitational force that emanated not from any corporeal mass, but from some eldritch core of cosmic dread. And as I moved closer, the very fabric of my being seemed to unravel, the boundaries between self and other dissolving like salt in the tide.