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Ever had that feeling wherein your senses are heightened beyond normal. Minute details barge into your brain from the different senses that you’re akin to.
From hearing uncanny noises to sensing different colors, deep baselines, vivid hues, tangy flavors and torrid textures. Have you listened to a song and got lost? It sends tingles down your spine (kinikilig). It produces a chemical reaction. Have you ever seen a painting up close and noticed that it’s better? The blending and how the colors were perfectly orchestrated, every stroke planned, every hue complementary to its adjacent. Have you ever ate and experienced umami? And of course, touch and smell aren’t spared from this phenomena. We are heightened at some point in our life. We receive those external to us through perception and we are moved even if ever so slightly.
But as it goes, the ones who make themselves susceptible to external factors are the ones that are most changed, most affected. They are the ones who are bludgeoned by experience. They are the ones who experience wear and tear the most. They age twice as fast, maybe physically, but more so mentally. The ashened faces you see in the street. They are part of the Heightened. Behind lines carved into their faces by the wind lies a person corroded. And more likely than any other, they expire early. Their hearts enlarged, their minds mushed into a pulp. They are burdened with the thought of the world. Their minds wander aimlessly through space, time and thoughts.
Being a Heightened isn’t and will never be easy.
But there is a way out and it happens when you render yourself to death. Now this way isn’t open to everybody. Only a few blessed Heightened are able to shed their hyper-sensitivity. And once the ability is gone, it will never come back.
But for those who can’t shed it, They are left to corrode. They are left to die, painfully fast or endearingly slow.
For the Heightened, only numbness can save them, whether alive or dead.
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