As the Girthclipse approaches, I begin my burrowment. Deep inside, I can still hear the flowing water that shatters my insides. Someone make it stop. I can't sleep. It's supposed to be quiet down here. The darkness leads me to believe everything is normal and content, yet this Girthclipse feels different. Sounds different. Tastes different. This Girthclipse smells different. The plumples are unreal. But why?