The wind seems to whisper your name as it carries the scent of your forgotten past through the streets. You find yourself wandering through an empty city, a ghost of your former self, until you realize the path you tread is one of irrelevance, a thin veneer of meaning over nothingness. The closer you get to the edge, the more you lose grip on reality, your fingers sliding into voids that should not exist.
Dread
Cursed #
95
Warning
Lilac
Witching Hr
11pm - 12am
Dark Love
In the mirror, you see not your reflection but a stranger, a pale mockery of the person you once were, a reminder of the love that once burned but now flickers out like a dying flame.
Career Doom
Each project you start feels like a journey into a labyrinth, darker and more chaotic with each step. The more you try to navigate, the further you seem to go astray, losing control over the very direction of your career.