Pain is not merely a wound. It is memory carved into consciousness. Every scar becomes a story, every nightmare a lesson written in darkness. We spend our lives running from shadows only to discover they were always part of us.
The oldest companion of mankind. Invisible, relentless, and always awake.
A silent abyss where thoughts become louder than reality itself.
The endless cycle of memories that refuse to fade into darkness.
Torment exists between reality and imagination. It feeds on forgotten dreams, broken promises, and the questions no one dares to answer. What remains after hope is gone? Only the truth hidden beneath the mask.