You find yourself in a mental asylum, surrounded by the anguished cries of those who have lost their minds. The atmosphere is suffocating, filled with despair and darkness.

In this nightmarish world, you witness the horrors of psychiatric treatment – the barbaric practice of lobotomy, where minds are tampered with in the name of "treatment."
You see people being forcibly medicated, their spirits broken by the very institutions meant to heal them.
The feeling of rejection and isolation permeates the air, as patients are abandoned and left to languish in their torment.

With each step you take, the scenery shifts, revealing fragments of your own painful past.
You're transported back to your early childhood, where you endured harsh beatings over the smallest inconveniences.

Another step, and you're reliving the torment of school, where you were mercilessly harassed for your appearance, a cruel reminder of the cruelty of youth. But wasn't it just a rite of passage?

As you continue forward, you find yourself locked in a battle with your own shadow, a struggle without clear victory or defeat.
It's a reality of everyone's puberty, right?

With each step, vague memories of abuse resurface, and even vaguer memories of friendship flicker in the distance.
The lines between reality and hallucination blur as the vision swirls around you, threatening to consume your very essence.

And then, as quickly as it began, the vision fades away, leaving you disoriented and breathless.
A new day is on the horizon, and you're left to grapple with the remnants of your haunting dreams, uncertain of what the future holds and what these memories may mean.

It's Friday, wake up.