False Data EP

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Nascent axons grasp at meaning, devolving into mechanical instinct before impulse gives way to synaptic clarity. Optical data streams in; you awaken under the auspices of a space bound by a logic you cannot determine the origin of.

Out of the convulsion, the shifting and shuffling dance of perception comes into a haphazard focus. You are alive, as far as you are aware. What now?