Blinding Rift
A sudden rift opened at the nape of the neck, like a fierce wind tearing through the threads of a kite. The air fractured, pouring in a blinding resonance, as if iron clashed with thunder deep within the ear bones. In that instant, blood was no longer blood, but like uncontrolled ink, spreading rapidly across a sheet of paper. The surrounding world tilted; the lights shattered into wobbling fragments, falling into a silent, dark well.