SUBSONIC SCREAMS: A DUBSTEP DESCENT INTO MADNESS

The bass throbs like a rhythm in your chest, driving you deeper into the depths. The broken synths slice through the air, each note a shard of reality shattered. You're consumed in the maelstrom, your soul vibrating in syncopation with the inferno of sound. The flock around you are demented, their faces contorted in a mania. There's no escape.