When you descend into madness, you do not return unchanged. The person you were is left somewhere beneath the collapse, buried under the weight of what you’ve seen. You learn instead to dwell within it, to make a home of the ruin, to breathe alongside the ghosts in your own mind. And if you fall too far, there comes a point where who you are is lost forever. What rises back from the depths is not who you once were, but a revenant wandering empty halls, haunted by the echo of a former self.