You find yourself pouring your heart into an illusion, only for the mirror to crumble in your hands. The ledger of lives you've been keeping grows heavier at night, and every page seems to whisper of abandonment. You can feel the weight of each word as if it were a stone anchored to your soul.
Dread
Cursed #
91
Warning
A Deep Indigo
Witching Hr
1am - 2am
Dark Love
A shadow lingers in the corners of your room, reflecting back at you with eyes that see everything but touch nothing. The wall between you and the heart you once called close grows colder by the day, encased in ice that refuses to thaw.
Career Doom
Your hands begin to trace the map of a labyrinth etched onto old parchment, each line leading deeper into uncertainty until your fingers meet nothingness. A decision looms on the horizon, but it's written in ink you cannot erase.