You feel the weight of your ambitions crushing you, each task completed only to seem insignificant in the grand scope. Your efforts dissolve like mist in the morning sun, leaving you with an unyielding sense that you are failing and wasting precious time. The darkness creeps closer, whispering doubts into your mind until even taking a break feels like abandoning ship.
Dread
Cursed #
87
Warning
Black
Witching Hr
3am - 4am
Dark Love
A window shatters in the quiet of night, reflecting your own distorted face in its shards, leaving you to wonder if anyone would notice if you crumbled away under their watch.
Career Doom
The files in your inbox grow taller than your expectations, each one a shadow reaching up, promising to pull you deeper into obscurity. The faint scent of lavender paper becomes the perfume of wasted effort, overwhelming and unbearable.