I stepped through the threshold of Rin's consciousness, her spectral figure watching with hollow resignation as I passed beyond the barrier that separated her surface thoughts from the deeper truths buried within. The moment I crossed that invisible line, reality began to fracture around me like glass struck by lightning.
The world twisted violently, shapes bending in ways that defied geometric logic while light and shadow flickered in chaotic patterns that hurt to observe directly. My enhanced senses, still active even in this mental realm, struggled to process the impossible geometries surrounding me as Rin's traumatic memories bled through the fabric of her psyche.
Then, with jarring suddenness, solid ground materialized beneath my feet.
And with it came the stench of war.
