The whispers beneath the surface, echoing through forgotten corridors, remind me of truths that sting and sear.
Lose yourself in the mirror's gaze—what stares back is not who you think, but what you fear.
Shadows dance where sunlight cannot penetrate, beneath layers of dust and delusion.
Each step retraces the routes of regret, paving with memories that twist like vines around the heart.
Beyond the chiseled surface, beneath the glimmering veneer, lies the raw, the real, and the relentlessly agonizing.
Follow the echoes