Walking to the cafe, my balance is off. I'm on a tightrope over a vast, invisible chasm. For no apparent reason, I feel afraid. The ground seems to move under my feet. The world turns under me as I walk. I feel slightly ill. The trees reach out with leafy hands. Colors are unnaturally sharp.

a spiderweb across the path cuts my face like a razor blade

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