"Words become vessels, fragile and finite, attempting to contain the boundless tumult that churns within one's mind. Each syllable is a brushstroke on the canvas of consciousness, attempting to capture the swirling maelstrom of emotions, memories, and desires that dance relentlessly in the corridors of the mind."
Following
Story by Mekanik
Foreshadow: His Perspective
"I shall seek her, traversing the abyss, where darkness reigns unchallenged, where the path is obscured...
