Everything began to seem different, then--the bustle around him had changed, as if taken by new reigns, and it all moved with the perverse feelings of a swirl.
It was too overwhelming for him, then. His own bearing of composure began to crumble, as did he to Earth. Quivering, writhing upon the ground, he was graced by an uncanny gust of the east-bound winds.
Something, terrible and painful, expansive beyond his comprehension, began to grow from his back . . .
This is the first of what will be a collection of tracks called "Cognition."