Imagine the banshee’s wail flickering like corrupted sprites, every shriek a burst of neon blue that shatters the screen into shards of pixelated dread. The Rift Valley turns into a shifting maze of glitchy fog where every corridor feels like a memory you can’t quite recall. It’s haunting, but the moment the banshee’s voice loops in reverse, the whole world tilts into a surreal, almost dreamlike darkness that still hurts to look at. It’s the kind of nightmare that lingers in your mind long after the game’s off.