The room collapsed into dissonance, folding over itself like a corrupted dream. Aria found herself standing on a shifting threshold—no longer quite within the corridor, not yet part of this fractured space. The boy on the rug appeared first, trembling with low, static noise, his silhouette backlit by the flicker of a single brittle lightbulb. Around him, objects moved haltingly, caught between solid form and data—plates suspended mid-shatter, a chair rocking in and out of sync with invisible waves of distortion.

The air felt viscous, heavy with an overwhelming sense of fracture. She took one step forward, and the space reacted immediately. Plates exploded into countless shards, ceramic moments suspended and captured, each splinter vibrating with memory. The shards shifted in midair, coalescing to form a jagged mosaic of a domestic scene—chaotic and raw, a window into trauma preserved too vividly to be benign. In the game's algorithmic design, silence and sound now clashed; a sharp, piercing scream broke through, destabilizing Aria's focus.

"Pay attention. This is your fault!" The woman's voice—shrill and venomous—bounced off Everstill's metaphoric walls. Words clawed to life off surfaces as temporary digital shapes dissolving into smoke. Furniture groaned. Beneath that, the murmur of a man’s guttural rage followed, slurring words into melodic cruelty.

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