You find yourself daydreaming in the comfort of your solitude, but every glance in the mirror seems to fade into the background, overshadowed by an eternal silence. In the quiet of night, the ticking of your clock becomes the relentless drumbeat of your own irrelevance, as if time itself wishes to erase you.
Dread
Cursed #
5
Warning
Charcoal
Witching Hr
3am - 4am
Dark Love
In the dimming light, a letter on your desk, its seal broken, whispers of forgotten dates and promises that once seemed eternal, now with the bitter taste of irrelevance.
Career Doom
Your desk is a battlefield of unfinished projects, each one a fragment of the control you once had, now scattered like broken porcelain underfoot, leaving no trace of the work you could have done.