Am I becoming the shadow of who I wished to be, or merely reflecting the whispers of inevitable paths?
They say curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back. Yet here I ponder, do I want to return?
Curousity, a fleeting whisper lingers behind glass, edges fraying, binding me with tales untold.
Reflecting on reflections, I see faces of past and futures trying to climb the walls of this present.
Nightmare's Clarity | Endless Echo Loop | Faded Dream
Once I step through this veil of curiosities, will I find the land of forgotten rabbits, or merely a mirror maze?
As I walk, the ground shifts beneath, a carpet of smooth stones whispering secrets of the lost.
Inverted truths stare back, a realm where forward means backward, and whispers mean the loudest screams.