An Electric Storm Of Thoughts

The facial muscles of the bracelet's owner are asymmetrically scretched

His mouth is closed

Compressed from the weight of anxiety

As for his black optic sensors

They are casting sparks in the dim luminosity of the room

An electric storm of thoughts is raging inside them

For a long moment

His contact with the external environment is broken

The kind face of his procreator managed to sneak through the unguarded gates of his mind

Gradually changing

Turning into a frozen mask of illness and horror

She is not alone

She has brought along a company of loathsome statues and deformities

Moments of agony pass before he manages to escape the grasp of the nightmare

Fortunately

There are more comfortable memories to hold

His first meeting with

Gaia for example