“The past doesn’t vanish. It lingers, stitched into monsters of memory.”
Some monsters are born from the present. Others crawl out of the past, stitched from fragments of time we can’t let go of.
This one is made of memories… fragile, haunting, and eternal. A creature of broken clocks, faded pages, and faces that linger long after the moment is gone.
That’s the truth about memories: they aren’t always gentle. Some comfort us. Some weigh us down. Yet all of them shape the monsters that live inside us, reminders of who we were, and how we’ve endured.