MANOMAYA

Manomaya Psychiatric Hospital. A place where shattered souls lie scattered like fragments of glass-pieces that can be gathered, yes, but never put back quite the same.
Here, emotions are treated as works of art on display, untamed, and alive. In this place, your rage could set your skin ablaze, your sorrow might flood an entire room, and your fear can pierce straight through your ribs-grief's shadow clutching your heart from the inside.
Emotions live here. They can touch, wound, even kill. They're no longer just words, they take form as colors, as auras, as illusions. There is no mask thick enough to hide behind, no secret safe from exposure. Every feeling, no matter how faint, will show its true face.
Han Nayeon was a nurse in the psychiatric ward. She cared deeply for her patients, tending to emotional wounds that could now swell, bleed, and fester like physical ones. She stitched back the torn pieces of souls wrecked by trauma and loss. But she forgot that the most broken soul is the quietest one. The one hiding behind the warmest smile.

'Our lives are in constant motion, shifting endlessly between day and night. And we are the ones who stand at the edge, on the thin, wavering line between what is normal and what is not.'