As the scene unfolded before my eyes the level of cringe I felt was... numbing. My face started inverting into my skull and I thought I could see my brain, but no. I was watching something different. It looked like a bunch of random colors to my eyes, but I somehow knew what I was seeing. It was my very soul, writhing in agony. It had mistaken the horrific cringe I felt for something. I can only assume my very soul was convinced it was experiencing hell itself.