You find yourself ensnared in a web of bureaucratic red tape, each loop tighter than the last. The walls of your office seem to grow taller, constricting your every move. You long for the distant horizon, but it grows hazy and unattainable, replaced by a ceiling that feels like it's closing in.
Dread
Cursed #
3
Warning
Midnight Blue
Witching Hr
3am - 4am
Dark Love
A familiar face seems less welcoming today, their presence a reminder of the constraints that bind, leaving your spirit yearning for freedom and open skies, yet finding only a shadowy replica of what once was.
Career Doom
Your desk now feels like a cell, the rows of books and files reminiscent of a prison library, with no escape and no reprieve from the monotony that threatens to extinguish your spirit.