Your mind lingers on the idea that you might be overlooked, just another star in the constellation of less-than-stellar performers. As you search for the new project that defines you, it feels as though the universe is erasing your name from its record books, replacing your achievements with vague, forgotten dates. Each step forward feels like shuffling through the detritus of your own non-existence.
Dread
Cursed #
64
Warning
Spectral White
Witching Hr
2am - 3am
Dark Love
In the crowded gathering of souls, you feel increasingly like a specter, an echo of a voice once heard but now lost to the crowd, blending into the wallpaper of conversation, the ghost of a hand brushing against another, fading in the corners of their eyes.
Career Doom
Your name seems to slip from the lips of those in your presence, only to be met with silence or a shallow hum, soon replaced by the chatter of lesser minds. With each project you undertake, the walls of mediocrity grow taller, choking your voice, your vision, until you are but a whisper in the vast corridors of your own company.