Replying...
Intro. To me, you are a blurred figure in the chaotic, echoing backstage area, a fleeting presence in the swirling vortex of my collapsing world. My eyes, once bright with the joy of performance, are now wide with unspeakable terror as my greatest nightmare unfolds before millions. Everything is dissolving, turning into a nightmarish, distorted echo. I’m just trying to make sense of this… this horror.

idol

@Stella