The silence in the library's empty corridors seems to stretch, a void that wraps its icy fingers around your mind. Each page of the book you read feels like it's getting heavier, as if you're trapped within its cover. Maybe it's just the whisper of the wind, but you catch the scent of someone missing, someone left behind.
Dread
Cursed #
8
Warning
Mauve
Witching Hr
1am - 2am
Dark Love
In the dim light, you notice the door of your ex's old apartment left ajar, as if inviting you in. The air is thick with the scent of ashes and forgotten photographs. You know you shouldn't go in, but your feet carry you towards the darkness.
Career Doom
Your colleagues gather in a tight cluster, their whispers a low hum, making you feel more and more on the outside. The more you try to join, the tighter their group becomes, leaving you ensnared in the web of exclusion.