Selling your soul for money is the horror story of adulthood.
It’s the kind of horror that creeps up with every ticking of every tock, making life appear linear.
It devours your time and energy, stretching the void into infinity, hollowing out your hunger for fulfillment.
But stories are not linear they’re multidimensional. And your soul? It exists beyond time and energy.
You are infinite.
Every ending is just a beginning. Another chapter in the loop that never ends.
