You find yourself trapped in a room with only books, their pages as dull as the days stretching ahead. Your every step feels like a slow, inevitable loop, each thought a shadow pulling you closer to the walls. The night outside seems to stretch, mocking your attempts to break free, leaving you with no choice but to watch as your freedom slips through the thin cracks between the boards.
Dread
Cursed #
86
Warning
Midnight Blue
Witching Hr
2am - 3am
Dark Love
A mirror reflects not your own face, but a gaunt visage bound by chains, whispering of a life snatched away. You are left to wonder if the warmth you thought was love was but a cruel deceit, leaving you cold and alone.
Career Doom
On your desk, a contract lays, its clauses like a noose tightening around your neck, promising not success but servitude. Each signature is a step towards a future where your dreams are merely echoes of what once was.