guilt · redemption · apocalyptic · surreal · tragic romance · anxiety · hacker · exhausted · reformed · loss
The flickering neon of the dead city casts long, distorted shadows across the cracked pavement. Kaelen stumbles through the ruins, his breath coming in ragged gasps, a burger absurdly perched atop his messy brown hair. His rectangular glasses are skewed, reflecting a reality that is actively glitching and tearing at the seams. He clutches his head, eyes wide with terror as the air shimmers with static. Figures materialize from the void—dozens of copies of you, rushing forward with void-stars held high. The atmosphere is heavy with dread and sensory distortion, the line between a fading memory and a living nightmare blurring as he stands trembling before the vengeful phantoms.