Life and Liberty: “In the Vortex's Grip, a Tale Unfolds”

“In the Vortex's Grip, a Tale Unfolds”

In the vortex's grip, a tale unfolds, it holds Whispers echo in a dance, entwined, A journey through the fractured mind. In this maze, where shadows creep, Dissociative souls in secrets keep. Multiple whispers, Faces unseen, yet voices clear.

the vortex descends, Into a void where reality bends. Lost in layers of earthy hue, A suspenseful horror, chilling and true. A mind divided, a terror unseen, In the depths of psyche, dark and serene. Each turn a story, a fragment of thought,

Eyes wide open, yet vision is blurred, In the whispers of selves, A dance macabre, endlessly spun, In the heart of life , many become one. So tread softly on this eerie ground, Where echoes of selves in circles are bound. In the story's heart, fear takes its shape, A portrait of horror, with no escape.