All kinds of thoughts and ideas surged out like a tidal wave.
The tide carried endless pain; every touch and every flow would repeatedly make that pain more real.
These thoughts and notions were incomparably real, and possessed an extremely fast tendency to diverge.
If left to think and to change at will, they would twist into all sorts of future thoughts and terrifying scenes.
Unparalleled, immense mental pressure washed over the sea of consciousness again and again, as if trying to tear the core of consciousness to pieces, baring its fangs and claws in all kinds of assaults.
In such a situation, the slightest distraction would plunge one into a cocoon of divergent thinking, unable to find one's original thoughts at all.
In the end, dragged along by all kinds of thoughts, one would no longer be able to stop.
Empty, desolate ideas of distortion and destruction represented the spread of disorder and Chaos.
