In the quiet of your attic, the shadows stretch and whisper of what you've missed. Trapped in your own thoughts, it's hard to hear the distant call of new ideas. As the night falls, the walls seem to close in, and all you see are the books and papers you never finished.
Dread
Cursed #
87
Warning
Moonlight
Witching Hr
1am - 2am
Dark Love
A mirror in your bedroom shows a reflection of someone else, their eyes watching you as you sleep. The scent of someone's perfume lingers, unwanted and uninvited.
Career Doom
Your desk grows heavier with papers, each one a forgotten promise. As the sun sets, the phone rings with calls you wish you could ignore, but must answer.