Another flash of lightning streaked across the sky, accompanied by rolling thunder, and an almost indistinct snapping sound echoed amidst it.
The human will is difficult to control. The so-called manipulation of the mind is merely an illusion, yet the will can be guided. Through incessant suggestion and clever design, all potential paths are blocked, herding the will toward the desired direction.
To a large extent, psychologists also engage in this, guiding your mind toward the aspect they desire or perhaps plunging it into the abyss.
Thus, hallucinations begin to dissipate, overlapping with reality, like a train switching tracks, leaving the path of illusion and re-entering reality.
The senses, once bound, regain their freedom. Subsequently, the screaming sounds, once ignored due to interference, gradually become discernible, resembling a woman's wailing, tearing at everyone's eardrums.
Joey's face turned ashen, devoid of all color.
