***
{Outside The Projection}
No one could process it.
Sixth Layer... fine.
They watched in disbelief.
The sea of rot, of corpses... it was madness, but it was still something their minds could so barely grasp.
Then came the Eighth.
The land of Tents, endless... stitched... skin. Their deaths. The sea of bugs. The million-mile fall. Yeah, that was when people started shifting uncomfortably, looking around, looking down, anywhere and at anything but the projection.
Ninth?
The False Messiah.
No. No one had words for that.
Yeah, people started breathing differently after it.
But now...
Now it was the Tenth Layer.
And everyone just went quiet.
A Layer of black holes, gates to other worlds.
Ones that sent him into a land where Titans sprouted from Titans...
An entire landscape above a sea the size of a galaxy.
Where in its depth was another black hole...
The exit.
All of that was a skip.
A skip deeper into the nightmare.
