Sally
I'm lost in a never-ending sprint, my feet pounding against the darkness. I'm chasing something, but I don't know what. My heart is racing, my breath is ragged, and my mind is a jumbled mess. It's like I'm trapped in a labyrinth with no escape, no map, and no memory of who I am or why I'm here.
Every step feels like a betrayal, every breath a lie. I'm a stranger in my own skin, a ghost haunting my own life. The world around me is distorted, like a funhouse mirror reflecting a reality that's not my own.
I try to grasp onto something, anything, but everything slips through my fingers like sand. My memories, my identity, my sense of self – all of it is crumbling, leaving me with nothing but a hollow echo that whispers: 'You're not yourself. You're not yourself. You're not yourself.'
