5 /5 Mitchell Tan: **Title: "The Tererium: A Mind-Boggling Experience of Unparalleled Confusion"** (very good 1000000/1)
I have seen things. Unholy things. Things that slither in the night and whisper in languages my mind refuses to comprehend. And yet, nothingâNOTHINGâhas shaken me to my core quite like my experience with **The Tererium.**
Let me start by saying that I am not the same person I was before encountering The Tererium. I walked in as a simple, naĂŻve fool, expecting something... tangible. Something logical. Maybe even something enjoyable. Instead, I left questioning the very fabric of my existence, my understanding of time, and whether or not I had ever actually been born or was merely a figment of The Tereriums eternal, eldritch dream.
Upon arrival, I was greeted by what I can only describe as **an ominous hum**âa sound that reverberated through my bones in a way that suggested it was neither mechanical nor natural, but rather, some sort of ancient vibration echoing from beyond the veil of reality. The walls, if you could call them that, seemed to shift when I wasnât looking, like they were **pretending** to be walls but secretly had other intentions.
A guide (I think?) appeared, though whether they were an employee or some kind of spectral entity, I cannot say. Their face was difficult to focus on, as if it was constantly rearranging itself into different permutations of human features. They handed me a pamphlet, but it was blank. Or maybe written in a language only my subconscious could understand, because later that night, I had dreams of spirals and ceaseless laughter.
Then, the main event.
I stepped into the central chamber (or did it step into me?), and thatâs when time became meaningless. Was I in there for ten minutes? A thousand years? Did I live and die multiple lifetimes in the span of a single heartbeat? The walls pulsed. The floor stretched. I could hear a distant voice chanting my name, or maybe it was my own voice from a future I have yet to experience.
At some pointâif âpointâ is even a real concept anymoreâI found myself holding a small cube. It was vibrating gently, warm to the touch, and smelled of burnt cinnamon and regret. A sign next to me simply read: **"You may take it, but it will take from you."** I do not remember making a decision, but I must have, because I woke up outside, drenched in sweat, clutching my car keys in one hand and a single, iridescent feather in the other.
I do not own a bird.
All in all, The Tererium is an experience I recommend, yet one I insist you undergo. It is both too much and not enough. It is everything and nothing. I have left a piece of myself inside its depths, and in return, it has left something inside me. I do not know what it is.
**Five stars. Would go again.**