The Digital Among Us
"The veil of the temple is rent in twain from top to bottom, revealing the secret sanctuary of the heart." - Manly P. Hall As the Patient tried to sit up, their body felt heavy and unresponsive. They couldn't remember why they were here or how they had gotten here. It was as if their memories were shrouded in a thick fog, making it impossible to recall anything clearly. The Patient took a deep breath, wincing as a sharp pain shot through their chest, forcing them back down onto the bed. They tried to move their limbs, but they felt like they were pushing through a thick foam. Each movement felt slow and deliberate, as if they were doing it for the first time. They brought their hands up to their face, feeling the texture. It was dry like fabric. It was cold and clinical, unlike the soft warmth they were used to. The Patient wasn’t sure if it was the nerve ending of their fingers or if it was their face. As they pulled their cheek muscles down and their forehead up, the