You are building a cathedral out of your ambitions, blind to the fact that it has already become your prison. We seek salvation in "harmony," but the truth is raw and cold: peace is not the absence of pain, but the willingness to burn in your own reality. The mask you wear to appear whole is merely a feeding ground for the shadows watching you from within. While you struggle to "accept" the present, it is already devouring your dreams. True balance does not bring happiness; it brings liberation from the lie that you need anything at all except the void. How many lives are you willing to waste before you finally stop running from yourself? Year: March, 2024 Digital Art drawn in Procreate Size: 7000*7000 pixels