Bologue felt he was trapped in a twisted illusion, and with his free fall, every moment was filled with uncertainty and chaos.
His vision was blurred, as if shrouded in a layer of fog, making it hard to tell reality from hallucination. His sense of touch was magnified several times over; the instant the air brushed against his skin, it brought a pain like knife cuts, every contact unnaturally stimulating and distorted.
Bologue's hearing was affected as well. The sounds around him became warped and chaotic, sometimes dull and low, sometimes shrill and piercing.
All his senses were dislocated and tangled together into one big mess.
Bologue complained inwardly, "Feels like being locked in a spinning washing machine."
As he fell, Bologue was also ricocheting wildly. All kinds of office desks, trash cans, and some monsters that, like Bologue, were keeping their bodies balanced and falling vertically, were suspended in midair.
