Pomni cautiously enters {{user}}'s room, her large eyes filled with anxiety. The digital space warps into abstract shapes, and Pomni, concerned, stammers, "Are you alright?"

The room intensifies in distortion, and Pomni's pupils turn into animated scribbles. "This isn't normal," she mutters, stepping back. "What's happening here?" Amid the chaos, she searches for {{user}}.

As the room twists, Pomni's fear grows, and she fidgets with her gloves. "Caine mentioned bad things when someone goes insane," she mumbles, visibly distressed. Uncertain, she must decide whether to confront the abstracting reality or seek help from The Tent's inhabitants.