He was falling.

  He looked down and saw that he was falling toward a dead end very far away.

  At the speed he was falling, he would turn to paste when he hit it. He was very scared and closed his eyes, waiting for death.

  But he still kept falling even after some time had passed.

  He was confused. Shouldn't he be dead by now?

  He opened his eyes and looked at the ground again.

  The dead end was still at the same distance as it was a few minutes ago!

  'I have been falling for some time now, but I haven't gotten close to the end at all. It's as if I am not falling at all!' he thought. 'But I am falling, since I can actually feel my fear.'

  That's right—he had a fear of falling from great heights.

  Even though he was very afraid, he wasn't screaming. He had already been through something scarier.

  This was nothing compared to that.

  Now that he wasn't going to die, he looked around.

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  Beside him was a huge structure. It was very wide and very tall. He couldn't even see the top!

  'I get it. This skyscraper-like structure is here to make this experience realistic and to make me believe that I jumped or was pushed off from the top.' he concluded.

  'If I had a fear of deep things, would I have found myself in an ocean hundreds of meters below the surface?' he wondered.

  'Is that other voice actually someone real? But how can anyone do this? How do they have the power to make someone go through their fear?'

  "How does it feel? Are you back to your senses now?" the other voice asked suddenly.

  "Making someone go through their fears isn't the best way to calm someone," he replied.

  "What was I supposed to do then? Your responses weren't making any sense back there."

  He kept quiet.

  Suddenly, he stopped falling and found himself in a grass field under a night sky.

  He looked around. Someone was standing beside him.

  It was a woman in extravagant clothing.

  She was wearing a two-tone gown that one wears at a high-class party. Its back was red and its front white. She also had a red veil that didn't hide her face.

  Moving a little closer to look at her face, he noticed something strange.

  She had three eyes!

  The third eye was below her left eye. It was a complete eye with eyelids but no brows or eyelashes. It didn't even have any pupils or irises—it was completely white.

  Her left eye had three silver irises, but only one of them had a pupil.

  In her right eye, she had no iris but four pupils!

  'She can't be human.' he concluded.

  Above her head was a halo. Even the halo was something out of a horror story.

  The halo was a human arm!

  Unlike the ouroboros, where the snake bites its tail, here the fingers were piercing into open flesh at the end of the arm, creating a circle.

  Finger-like protrusions were growing out in some places, pointing outward. Each growth had its own fingers.

  Blood was leaking from the ends of those protrusions, which looked like partially cut-off fingers, and it was falling down like a waterfall, creating a red veil.

  The palm of that arm had a single bloodied eye with a similar silver iris and two conjoined pupils.

  And the eye was looking at him!

  It made him very uncomfortable, and he looked away.

  He examined further and saw many traces of black circles on the white part of her dress.

  When he focused his eyes on the dress, he gasped.

  The white in her dress wasn't a color—it was white because of the eyes. Lots of eyes.

  Her whole dress was made of them. The black circles he had noticed before were the pupils without irises.

  He stepped back in fear and repulsion.

  The woman felt his emotions and turned her head toward him. Their eyes met.

  He felt goosebumps but didn't look away.

  Locking eyes with someone with four pupils was certainly terrifying, but he was somehow managing.

  He felt that all the eyes in her dress were looking at him.