Cobwebs in the Memory Palace

Synopsis

Remembering... it starts like that, a flicker of sun-drenched days, the smell of cut grass, the faraway sound of an ice cream truck. But the edges fray, the colours bleed, and the memories aren't just *yours* anymore. They're tangled, fragmented, whispering things you wish you could unhear. The past isn't just behind you; it's breathing down your neck, a relentless tide of fragmented thoughts and forgotten terrors resurfacing in a torrent of unsettling images and chilling revelations. This is not a story you follow; it's an experience you endure, a descent into the shadowed corners of a mind where nostalgia curdles into pure, unadulterated dread, leaving you questioning what was real and what was just... memory.