There’s a point where grief stops crying and starts burning quietly. The Lost Case tells that story—a mind locked in silence for too long, anger becoming numbness, words turning mechanical. The spiraling eye watches everything yet says nothing, trapped in its own loops. The faceless figure hides beneath layers, waiting for something to reignite the fire. Each patch is a fragment of emotions buried deep, stitched like evidence in an unsolved case. It’s not rage or peace—it’s the haunting stillness in between, where memories don’t die… they just wait, patiently, to be found again.
