HYSTERIA

A garden teeming with ghosts; a graveyard riddled with destruction left behind from whirlwinds of thought; uprooted trees, wilting flowers, drowned doves, clouds overcast, poison in the air, and invisible rain that can be felt, but not seen. The pieces of oneself hidden away, repressed and suffocated, lingering as ghosts within the labyrinth of the mind. Bodies of those who couldn't survive it bathe this place red, and if left untreated, the Hysteria spreads.