As the music plays and the record spins, a broken sing goes on repeat. She paints. Monsters, pile up, one by one on the candle lit floor. Covered in red paint and armed with a knife, she dances. Hypnotized by the deadliest of tunes as she sways seeing visions. Only to realize that nothing was true and everything that she had ever heard, seen and done were all made up, up there as she falls deeper and deeper into the depths of her own broken mind.
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