
In this sterile chamber, time ticks away in rhythmic monotony, each clock a reminder of the unyielding present. The bed, a stark island of comfort, seems to whisper secrets, while the harsh light casts eerie shadows, blurring the line between safety and confinement.
In this sterile chamber, time ticks away in rhythmic monotony, each clock a reminder of the unyielding present. The bed, a stark island of comfort, seems to whisper secrets, while the harsh light casts eerie shadows, blurring the line between safety and confinement.