I looked into the mirror today and saw yesterday's forgotten dreams, drifting like lost ships on a foggy sea of deadlines.
In the hollow corridors of my mind, footsteps resonate—but who is making them? The ghost of ambition past or the specter of procrastination future?
As I wander these deserted halls, I stumble upon echoes that whisper, "You could have been a contender," or perhaps, "You've lost the plot entirely."
Should you wish to join this quest of self and non-self discovery, you may consult the following enchanted pathways:
Labyrinth of Second Thoughts