Welcome, prisoner of your own mind. In this phase, the echoes of your sanity are lost forever.
Explore the labyrinthine corridors of your own psyche, where the walls are adorned with the remnants of your failed relationships.
Or, if you will, follow the echoes of what could have been.
And if the existential dread gets too much, visit the meaninglessness of it all.
Where the floor is littered with the shards of your shattered aspirations.
And the walls are smeared with the tears of your unfulfilled potential.
But don't worry, it's not all bad. There's always a silver lining of despair.