You find yourself at a gathering where every person around speaks of you, but only to discuss the minutiae of their mundane lives, leaving you on the sidelines. You feel your presence dissipating into the air, as if the very memories of you are beginning to fade, like a whispered secret between echoes. The world seems to whisper your name, but only in the softest of tones, and it scares you more than any shouting could.
Dread
Cursed #
12
Warning
Vermilion
Witching Hr
2am - 3am
Dark Love
A photograph lays forgotten in a drawer, showing you dancing at a ball, but in it, your own reflection appears to slip through the edges of the frame, as if trying to fade away.
Career Doom
Your professional achievements are described by everyone as mediocre, overshadowed by a new hire's trivial victories, subtly eroding your self-worth and the respect others hold for you.