You stand alone under the indifferent stars, your efforts forgotten like forgotten pages. Mediocrity seems to seep into the very marrow of your bones, a slow, silent poison. As the night progresses, your face fades from the hearts of those you thought close, leaving you in the shadows, forgotten, and alone.
Dread
Cursed #
69
Warning
Slate Gray
Witching Hr
3am - 4am
Dark Love
A shadow dances across the room, a silhouette of a figure you once thought knew you, now fading into the dark. The mirrors reflect not your own image, but a version that is nearly gone, vanishing into the void of their indifference.
Career Doom
Your ideas float like autumn leaves, beautiful in their transient beauty, but soon to crumble and be forgotten. Success seems to slip through your fingers, a mirage in the desert of others' achievements, leaving only the barren landscape of your own mediocrity.