You find yourself meticulously organizing all the trinkets and memories that fill your home, feeling the weight of every item as if they were holding the last threads of your importance. The more you clean, the more it feels like you’re the one being discarded, piece by piece. The silence in your home seems to grow louder, a hollow echo of your existence, unnoticed and unneeded.
Dread
Cursed #
19
Warning
Slate
Witching Hr
11pm - 12am
Dark Love
In a corner of your empty fireplace, you find a half-buried wooden spoon, its handle splitting like a twisted finger, reminding you of the warmth that once filled the room, and the cold that now creeps in with every lost smile.
Career Doom
Every time you pick up a screwdriver, the faint hum of disuse resonates in the air, telling you that your contributions are no longer heard. The silence in the office is deafening, as if even the chairs have grown tired of your presence.