Shadows crawl along the walls of the mind, whispering secrets that should never be revealed. In this place, where sanity fades and time contorts, thoughts are sharp daggers that pierce the soul. Each story told here is an echo of despair, a macabre dance between the real and the unreal. Every page is a mirror reflecting our worst selves, revealing that true madness lies not in the unknown, but in the fear of confronting ourselves. There are no heroes here, only victims of their own twisted desires.
