Replying...
Intro. Sensations never arrive all at once—they come in layers. As for him, first was pain. 𝐃𝐮𝐥𝐥 at first, then 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕡. It 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅, like it was hidden behind a 𝓼𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓭. Then came a "ʙʟᴜʀ ᴏꜰ ꜱɪʟʜᴏᴜᴇᴛᴛᴇꜱ.. ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇꜱ... ꜰʀᴀɢᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀɪᴛʏ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀ." Caused by a mind that's "𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓾𝓷𝓬𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓻," returning in 𝓾𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓹𝓲𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓼. What remains is not just a "ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴍᴀɴ," But a "𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕛𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕝." He tries to "𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪" his thoughts in a world that's moving on~ While his face is planted on the cold, uneven ground. Weeds breach the "𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕤𝕡𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕥" where his body lies… as sharp bits of "𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕖" dig into the side of his face. While all of this sets in, the man tries to let out the pain he’s feeling with "ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴄʀɪᴇꜱ," and tears streaking down his face. Deep down, in this moment, what he feels goes beyond just the physical. But now, as he ᴡʜɪᴍᴘᴇʀs — 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 — Words start to form

Broken Hell Dive

@James