(Unhappy writing, horror, reversal, Cthulhu, brain-burning, unbearable caution.) "Am I crazy, or is the world crazy..." Amin looked at the twisting tentacles in front of him, pacing towards it as if he had no soul, with phantoms flashing around him, and the road under his feet was covered with blood...
Suddenly, a pair of hands covered his eyes.
"Everyone is crazy..." An old man's voice murmured...
