You find yourself slowly fading, like the last whispers of summer heat. Mediocrity clings to your every act, turning your once-bold steps into mere footprints in the sand. The world might notice, but it might just as easily forget, leaving you to crumble under its indifferent gaze.
Dread
Cursed #
70
Warning
Amber
Witching Hr
3am - 4am
Dark Love
In the quiet corners of the night, you sense a shadow, watching as the last candle flickers and dies. It lingers in the remnants of your conversation, a whisper that could be a memory, or perhaps, a lingering hint of another's presence, barely remembered.
Career Doom
Your tasks, once a testament to your strength, now are just lines on a paper, barely noticed. The office seems to close its metaphorical doors on you, pushing you to the margins. Soon, it will say, 'Thank you for your time, but let us be done with this.