Spitting Ibex – Vertigo

The Nightmare hall of mirrors: A disconcerting dance where one confronts the stranglehold of one’s own existence – a sensation as if time is stealing the last breath away. 

The melody of the nightmare transforms into the anthem of despair: “There was a dream inside my head, your hand around my neck, I was scared to death.”

Surreal yet tangible, the boundary between reality and fantasy blurs. 

It’s as if the nightmare itself comes to life, evolving from a gentle whisper to a scream. 

The manic state becomes the conductor of the moment: “The fire in my breast is burning slow, it is taking over way too much control, someone help me, I feel Vertigo.“