Arthur sat upright on the edge of his bed, gasping as a sudden, scorching wave of heat engulfed the soles of his feet.
It felt as though invisible flames were licking relentlessly against his skin, turning ordinary bedroom flooring into red-hot coals.
For months, he had dismissed the mild discomfort as mere fatigue from standing long hours at his workbench.
Tonight, however, the burning sensation was too intense to ignore, searing through his nerves with agonizing precision.
Before he could catch his breath, the fire morphed into an eerie, sickening sensation of thousands of tiny ants crawling frantically beneath his toes.
He frantically shook his legs, but the ghostly insects kept marching along invisible pathways under his skin.
A heavy, numb deadness followed immediately behind them, making his entire lower limbs feel like blocks of solid lead.
He tried to stand up, but his feet refused to obey his commands, buckling awkwardly beneath his weight.
A cold sweat broke out across his forehead as fear gripped his chest with icy fingers.
He had read vague internet articles about poor circulation, but this felt entirely different and far more sinister.
It was as if his nervous system was short-circuiting in real-time right before his eyes.
The dim lamplight cast long, twisting shadows across the bedroom floor, making the darkness feel alive and menacing.
He knew he had to find answers before the numbness crept any higher up his legs.
Crawling across the rug, he reached his desk and flung open his laptop with trembling hands.
He typed his exact terrifying symptoms into a restricted medical search engine late into the night.
What popped up on the bright screen next made his blood run completely cold.
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