You walk through a room of mirrors that distort reality, reflecting only your reflection in mediocrity. As you seek recognition, each echo grows fainter, slowly fading into the background until it's just white noise. Shadows creep closer, whispering about being overlooked and forgotten.
Dread
Cursed #
11
Warning
Charcoal
Witching Hr
12am - 1am
Dark Love
A familiar face fades in the mirror, not smiling back at you; their eyes distant and unseeing, as if already on a path of neglect and forgetfulness.
Career Doom
Your colleagues discuss your latest project with quiet indifference, voices blending into a low hum that drowns out your contributions. You watch them walk away, leaving behind only crumbs of acknowledgment that quickly disintegrate in the light.