Leo floated, staring blankly at the ceiling.
He had expected the second time wouldn't be as bad.
It had been so much worse.
The first time he’d gone under, the Static’s influence had been subtle—whispers and nudges in the dark. The next, it had conjured ghastly apparitions to bar his path. Then came the illusions, the horrifying sensation of his own mind losing control, of being swallowed whole by the abyss.
But this time, it had just
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