You find yourself in a room filled with mirrors, but each reflection is a slightly different version of you, all conforming to the same, mundane standards. As you try to piece together your true self, you realize it's the most ordinary version of all. You're adapting to circumstances so quickly that you question who's controlling the puppet strings, leaving you with a creeping sense of dread.
Dread
Cursed #
46
Warning
Moonlight Blue
Witching Hr
3am - 4am
Dark Love
A shadowy figure reaches out from the darkness, its hand cold and clammy, drawing you in closer. It whispers that true intimacy is found in conformity, in becoming one with the masses, losing your individuality in the process.
Career Doom
You receive a promotion, but it's clear that your colleagues see you more as a drone than a creative thinker. Your ideas are met with silence, and you find the ordinary path has become the only path forward, stripping you of any sense of purpose.