You build towering pyramids of bricks, only for them to crumble into dust at dawn. Your efforts are met with silence, a mocking echo that mocks your silent cries for recognition. You spend the day watching shadows dance in the corners of your eyes, growing ever longer and more menacing.
Dread
Cursed #
78
Warning
Lavender
Witching Hr
3am - 4am
Dark Love
In the mirror, you see yourself as a ghostly figure, once vibrant now frozen in time, surrounded by wilting flowers as the room slowly fills with an unnameable dread.
Career Doom
Your ideas are met with cold stares and hollow smiles. Tonight, you find a box filled with old sketches, each one more daring than the last—yet none ever saw the light of day.