Shivers exalt your skin; they creep and meander into every pore, every particle. You shudder. So cold. They permeate far, far, far down. Nothing should be able to pierce so readily, yet there it is, at the crux of everything. So deep. Neurons fire and photons dance, and things long forgotten burn amidst frozen flesh, branding every fibre of you in a relentless tattoo of remember. So hot. And then you see them, bathed in colours -- terrible colours. Screams of green slide down the walls, seeping into the woodwork into a pool of red. You can’t handle the red. It is wild and loud and indecent and chases you until there is nothing but black.

So dark.