In the suffocating embrace of the nightmare, I am plunged into the depths of my darkest memories, each one a shard of pain that pierces my soul with unrelenting force. The ghouls, grotesque and malevolent, loom over me like specters of doom, their twisted forms a grotesque reflection of the horrors that haunt my past.
I am transported back to that fateful day, the day the welders came, their faces contorted with hatred and malice as they tore through our home, extinguishing the light of my childhood in a blaze of violence and destruction. My mother, my sister... their faces blur together in a haze of grief and anguish, their voices echoing in the recesses of my mind like a haunting melody of loss.
