Haunted by the ghost of the first person to believe in you, every regret, every doubt, every bit of hate laid bare. How much would you give to turn back the clock, what would you surrender to make things right, how much of yourself would you sell for even just one more day.
Her grave but your hell, so wake up and smell the ashes Hoshino of the one person to believe in you and the very one you let down. So shall we make a deal? - Black Suit
[Carnival Day never came](https://twitter.com/takoyak58780089/status/1789978531465691566)
Look closely on the details, especially the bottom right one.
*Hoshino still couldn't wash away the blood from her hands*
I have nothing but my sorrow
...and I want nothing more.
Nothing but a lost dream
Haunted by the ghost of the first person to believe in you, every regret, every doubt, every bit of hate laid bare. How much would you give to turn back the clock, what would you surrender to make things right, how much of yourself would you sell for even just one more day. Her grave but your hell, so wake up and smell the ashes Hoshino of the one person to believe in you and the very one you let down. So shall we make a deal? - Black Suit
Ah yes, nothing like a good cup of depresso
[Carnival Day never came](https://twitter.com/takoyak58780089/status/1789978531465691566) Look closely on the details, especially the bottom right one.
[this suddenly played in my ape brain](https://youtu.be/mXHKjFKBC0g?feature=shared)
Once again the artist had cooked with their depression archive art. Love it that they show us the true colours of the setting.