He didn't fight with a weapon; he fought with the sound. He let out a scream that harmonized with the chaos around him. The ground shattered. The mirrors in the hallway behind him exploded into a million shards of light.
The story mirrors the song’s high-BPM "Speed Metal" energy. Spitfire - Nightmares (2022)
He closed his eyes, and the transition was instant. He wasn't in his room anymore. He was standing in a corridor of mirrors that stretched into an infinite, oily void. This was the "Nightmare" he couldn't outrun. He didn't fight with a weapon; he fought with the sound
A distorted reflection looked back at him. It wasn't his face, but a skeletal version of his own regrets, wearing a grin made of jagged silver. The air smelled of ozone and scorched earth. Suddenly, the walls began to vibrate. A high-pitched wail, like a dive-bombing guitar solo, tore through the silence. The mirrors in the hallway behind him exploded
The neon lights of the city didn’t offer warmth; they only cast long, jagged shadows that felt like reaching fingers. Elias sat at the edge of his bed, his knuckles white as he gripped the frame. The clock on the wall had stopped at midnight, but the pulsing rhythm in his chest—fast, relentless, like a double-bass drum—told him the night was just beginning.