The building is a repurposed silk mill 18 kilometers south of Whirling-in-Rags, shaped like a ladybird with two chimneys, situated atop the Motorway 8/81.
Your mind never shuts up, does it? So many doubts that it feels like your head is about to explode. You can't take it anymore. A scream tears out of you. There's no sadness, no tears—only pure energy, the energy of rage. You're losing control. Your hands want to hurt and break things. The world around you blurs, the edges of reality fray. You lash out, desperate to silence the chaos inside. Each breath feels like a battle, each thought a torment. You’re spiraling, sinking deeper. There's no escape, only the endless noise, the relentless fury. Disco Elysium fan art
