"It’s kind of like a mix, the way the world looks, Vale detachedly registers while her tears dry up. It’s almost 2D, all lines and careful details, but it also looks 3D, because there’s depth when she turns her hand over, and not just smooth animation. She’s never seen this particular style before in any movie or show, so she’s got no name to give it, and having no name for the way reality settles around her only pushes her mind more into a hazy, unfeeling state.
And what can she do about that? About the world not looking real anymore? About her bleeding, missing sister, about the Pink Horror, about being nowhere near her town?
…
Vale stands up, unstable despite the steady ground, and one foot after the other, she makes her way down the cliff."