The walls have ears, but they refuse to listen to reason. In the shadows, you find silhouettes, cast not by the absence of light, but by the absence of meaning. Irony drips from the ceiling like an unwanted chandelier.
Here, the echoes of yesterday's mistakes are serenaded by a chorus of tomorrow's regrets. Welcome to the depths where the only whisper you hear is a sarcastic laugh at your futile struggles.