turn into a graveyard packed with hearses {{ power discovery

[Alexandre]

Blue waves paraded across the shore, their subtle white fizz caressing the sand and the paws laid within. As the soft feeling of the ocean grazed his chest, the feline let out a soft sigh. A sense of tranquility breached him. His chin lowered into his paws. Orange hues traced the horizon, noting the stars in the distance twinkling within the night. For a moment, he closed his eyes. Alexandre's head throbbed, but he kept himself afloat as the world began to fade. The reverberations of his own thoughts brought comfort. With time, the environment around him had gone silent and there was nothing for Alexandre to acknowledge besides his mind and it's deep, intriguing notions.

As the rambling of his thoughts collided together, anxiety began to swell inside his chest. The worry of the world around him dwindled into view. His mothers. His siblings. The Coalition of the Condemned's control. It all alluded to his internalized stressors and soon Alexandre was spiraling. Alone and without someone to confide in, the boy let his mind wander to eventually discover his subconscious intentions and fears. What laid within, despite his own confidence and exploratory personality, caused him to recoil. The idea of death manifested in his head. Roxanne. Diya. Goldenluxury. Torsten. His family. Existential dread and horror for the future caused him to get flustered.

'What happens if they... D̵̫̿͑͐̽͐̈Í̵̪̪̩̯̖͂̀͛Ȩ̴̨̛̘̪̫̣̼́͊̄? Where...? Ẁ̴̲̗͗h̵̛͚͛ÿ̵̥ ̵̦̃ṁ̸̬è̵̲̪͝'? Who... M̶̘̟͊̽͠O̷̖͐N̸͎͔͆̑͆̑̓͆͑ͅŜ̸̢̙̫͉͊T̵̻̎̆́͗̌E̴̜̣̖̬̞̅͛̆́R̵͈̹̺͔̼͚͚̟̻͆͒̎̿̓̉̀̀͘. What if...?'

'Stop...'

'Stop.'

'Please....'

'STOP!'

Alexandre had reached his breaking point... but his damning introspection continued. With a shiver running down his spine and tears beginning to form within his eyes, his gaze shot open. The light of the lighthouse blinded his vision. Orange hues squeezed shut in protest and a ragged hiss left the kitten. A moment later, he retried, but the rotating light of the tall building and the stars above only remained a persevering blur.

His claws unsheathed, digging into the floor as he dove further into his thoughts. He began to tremble in his spot. The waves mixed with sand brushing against his paws began to feel like glass scraping against his skin. He blindly shuffled backwards. The feeling persisted. Alexandre jolted backwards, jagged bits of rocks rolling across his skin as he did so, causing him to keel over. As he collided with the floor, pain shot throughout his body. A agonizing yell left him.

The call of his voice caused the life of the beach to awake. The clattering of talons and wretched flapping of wings started to arise in the distance. Their wicked wave of wings echoed in his ears. As seagulls ascended into the sky and encircled around him, their squawks filled the silence of the night. Alexandre pressed into the floor and with a desperate scream, he pushed his paws over his flattened ears. They were too loud. Too much.

Cowering in the floor, his body remained still. With every movement, breath, and touch, the environment pressed into him. Tears streamed down his cheeks and Alexandre pushed his head into the sand, urgently wishing for his release from this overwhelming environment. A soft cry left him.

"What's going on?"

// tl:dr; He's gaining enhanced senses for a future plot/condition. Your character can find him on the beach, screaming and pleading, unable to assess what's going on. Everything seems fine... but he's in pain? Strange.