You distinctly remember watching a video long before time began to pass, but when you go back to look for it, it is gone. You ask others, and they do not remember the video. Perhaps it never existed.
“What do you call a magic owl?” you ask the crowd of silhouettes that surround you. “Hoodini,” they say. “Hoodini” is all they say. “Hoodini” repeats around you in a chorus of chants that echoes against nonexistent walls. You try to run, but the crowd runs with you. There is no escape.
You remember the owl being human once, and the pig and the eagle. You feel as though all of the animals were human once, but it was so long ago that you don’t quite remember. The panda has always been human, but you don’t question this. Nobody ever does.
You meet a man with no face, and he tells you his name is Ryan. You have never met a Ryan, nor a man with no face, but his presence is comforting and familiar. He offers you his hand and promises to take you home. You did not tell him where you live, but you trust him wholeheartedly for reasons you cannot explain.
The monkey laughs with childlike glee, and you are sure he is only a child. He has been a child for many many years. Time does not affect him.
You feel boiling anger at a dog you have never met. He looks up at you cutely and sweetly, but you must not fall for his tricks. You must not believe his lies. If he speaks to you, you must silence him with a firm shout of his name. You already know what it is and do not need to ask. Tell him no. Only tell him no.
The owl has two names. Bat Owl? Night Owl? You are not sure which is right, but he answers to both. You ask the raccoon his name, but he doesn’t seem to remember.
Delirious is a real, tangible person. You know this. You have seen many artists’ renditions of him that are all slightly different but all recognisable. You know he is real, but you cannot picture him. All you can see is static in a vaguely humanoid shape. It buzzes and crackles like a radio that has been disconnected, and you can hear a distinct cackle among the cacophony of sounds. It is laughing at you, and you do not know why. The static grows and eats and consumes all that exists around it until the static is all that you see. You scream into the void and the void screams back.
The owl tells you that everything will be alright. The world is burning around you, but somehow, everything will be alright.