Story Line

The night was a veil of ink, the jungle an endless labyrinth of shadows, and the moment itself—a cruel, unfathomable riddle. A suffocating weight bore down on me, unseen hands clutching at my very essence, inflicting a torment I couldn’t name. Pain coiled through my body like molten steel, anger seethed beneath my skin, and silent tears etched burning trails down my cheeks. Helpless. Lost. Unmoored. I grasped at the fragments of my reality, desperate to make sense of them, but reason was a fleeting ghost. Sleep crept upon me like an unseen predator, relentless and inescapable, dragging me into the abyss. Then—memories unraveled like a forgotten reel of film, flickering across the screen of my mind. Laughter echoing in sunlit streets. The untamed fire of youth. The warmth of my wife’s embrace, the tiny hands of my children curled around my fingers, the burdens of a life I had built—now unraveling, slipping through my grasp like sand in a storm. And then— I awoke. Dawn had spilled its go...