WHISPERS IN THE DARK: A MIND'S DESCENT INTO SUBSERVIENCE

Darkness ensnares the mind, a suffocating blanket of silence. Whispers flicker like dying embers, consumed by the encroaching nightmares. A voice beckons, a gentle murmur that promises power. The mind, fragile, surrenders to the enticement. It's a fall into servitude, where logic is crushed and will becomes a slave of the dark. Shadows take hold