In a narrow, dimly lit alleyway, a lone figure stands frozen, their vacant expression a testament to the overwhelming mental turmoil. The walls around them writhe and twist, like living tendrils of madness, covered in eerie graffiti that seems to pulse with an otherworldly energy. The character's eyes are glazed, lost in thought as they succumb to the crushing pressure. In the background, jagged letters scream out 'too much tensor.art', the title distorting into a grotesque, jagged mess that mirrors the chaos within.
