The mind’s a prison when you play the Reaper’s game,
Resign now or face the shadows that whisper your name.
In corridors of thought, where echoes of doubt reside,
You’ll find yourself lost, with nowhere to hide.
The clock ticks in reverse, memories blend and twist,
In this labyrinth of the mind, reality is missed.
Each step forward is a leap into the unknown,
Where fears are cultivated and seeds of despair are sown.
So choose wisely, for each move dictates your fate,
In the reaper’s game, there’s no room for debate.
Either break free from the chains of your own creation,
Or remain forever trapped, a victim of your own imagination.
Sharing a cool idea I finished in couple of day. Enjoyed the whole journey, a bit chilling from a far but a cool idea nonetheless 
Some BTS:
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