wind lashed at your face, making every step feel forced and rigid. You place another paw over the crisp leaves that carpetted a snow dotted grass hill, a crunch echoing through the seemingly endless field as you pressed on. You had to get back, your pride were waiting. The thought of your companions rekindled some life in your exhausted steps, warming the blood that pulsed thickly in your veins. The ticking hours crept by like a stalking predator and you couldnt shake the feeling something, or someone, was coming.
There was no time to dwell on hallucinations. You supress a shudder, attempting to walk forward one more time. Your stomach lurched as you fall forwards, outstretched paw failing to make contact with a solid shape.
Falling.

For a precious few moments you thought you'd be free, free from this nightmare of a realm, free from the chilling whispers. The next seconds you could only remember were fueled purely by fear as you stretched out your paws and tried to upright yourself. There was no use, the movement only made the lump in your throat grow as you began to feel ill, attempting to force direction in a realm that abided by no such rules.
It took a while for your eyes to adjust, and even longer for you to realise what you were seeing was right. It was truly nothing. Not white, not black, no flecks of dust lingering in the air. Fear clenched at your throat, forcing your fur to bristle almost immediately.

Was that..?
You could see things.
Lions. Atleast what you thought were lions. The frail shadows in the corners of your eyes were lanky, that was all you could make out before they vanished. Insanity felt inevitable at this point. Nothing choked the air from your lungs, nothing gripped st your fur to pull you deeper into the Farther. Yet you could feel it. The dry roof of your mouth and your fur practically being torn from your skin with vulture like talons.
You could also hear laughter. Heavy, sadistic laughter ringing in your ears like claws digging into your skull. You force yourself to turn around best you could in the void, only to growl in frustration as the owner of the voice vanished out of sight before you could look.
This went on until your muscles screamed for you to stop. The mocking laughter only continuing. You had lost track of time a while ago, perhaps there wasnt even time in this hell. Your only focus being to get revenge on whoever was daring to laugh.

Finally. Your limbs grow stiff as you only just realise how cold the void was. So cold. The urge for warmth tugged at your mind and you longed for the feeling of fur. Fur. The memory seemed so clouded, so lost. The faces you hoped to see were faces you couldnt remember. You longed for a place that didnt exist. Not anymore, nothing existed here.

You slit your dull pupils, trying to force yourself to make sense of the shsdows in your head. You weren't alone here, you knew it.
What you saw instead made you wish you were.
The floating bodies of frozen lions hung in the air, unmoving. Their faces painted with an expression of terror, necks twisted in a forever attempt to do what you had just been doing before. You wince, tears pricking at your sore eyes as you force your vision to blurr again, wishing you could unsee the horrors you knew would finish you off as well.
Nothing before was clear, you didnt even know where you left from to begin with.
All you knew was you were dying.
A sudden burst of euphoria made your tense muscles twitch and you felt the urge to run. The strength in your body prompting you to try.
Before you could escape the invisible claws sank seeper into your coat and drsgged you back, reminding you of the cruel reality.
There wasnt an escape.
You were trapped.
Insanity is inevitable.

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