SEPARATE WORLDS

Rose is drowning—in the noise of her own mind, the weight of existence, and the gnawing void that depression carves into her. Every day feels like a fraying tape loop: wake up, dissociate, repeat. But then, the cracks start spreading.



Her heart stutters like a broken clock. Her thoughts twist into riddles—Why does the air feel alive? Who’s laughing in the static of silence? Reality warps at the edges, and she can’t tell if it’s madness or some grotesque awakening. Late-night spirals drag her into questions she can’t unask: Is God just the name we give to the gaping dark? Or is the dark staring back?



As her grip on the "real world" slips, Rose claws for meaning in the chaos. But the deeper she digs, the more the universe feels like a locked room—and something’s pounding on the door.