In the quiet of your workshop, you hear the distant sound of an axe splitting the air, and you wonder if it's time to defend what you've built. The foundation of your sanctuary shakes, and you question the stability of your carefully constructed world. Tonight, you'll dream of the riverbanks eroding away, leaving behind nothing but memories of what once was.
Dread
Cursed #
5
Warning
Mustard
Witching Hr
11pm - 12am
Dark Love
A delicate rose petal in your morning tea, its thorns now unnoticeable, seems to whisper of the fragility of connections, hinting at hidden thorns ready to prick you when you least expect it.
Career Doom
Your ledger pages, once filled with neat and tidy numbers, now teeter on the brink of chaos. A sudden influx of paperwork threatens to undo years of meticulous record-keeping, leaving you questioning the safety of your hard-earned gains.