It’s like peering into a gray haze that occasionally, unpredictably, darkens into an enormous storm cloud and snuffs out all visible light.
It’s a massive, invisible fireball that ignites in your face and sucks the oxygen out of your lungs, making normal breathing an arduous, chest-crushing ordeal.
It squeezes out life with the unrelenting, rib-cracking power of an anaconda, a slow, inescapable demise that makes death a welcome reprieve.
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