SUBSONIC SCREAMS: A DUBSTEP DESCENT INTO MADNESS

The wobble throbs like a rhythm in your chest, driving you downwards into the abyss. The broken synths slice through the air, each note a shard of sanity shattered. You're lost in the turmoil, your mind vibrating in syncopation with the avalanche of sound. The crowd around you are demented, their faces contorted in a delirium. There's no escape