The whispers of the past echo in your mind, each memory a shard of glass piercing the dark. In this reflection, you find not clarity but a looming figure shadowing your every move, a silent threat that could strip away everything you hold dear.
The whispers of the past echo in your mind, each memory a shard of glass piercing the dark. In this reflection, you find not clarity but a looming figure shadowing your every move, a silent threat that could strip away everything you hold dear.