As the mind delves deeper into the abyss of seclusion, the subconscious begins to decompose like a rotting corpse.

The passage of months transcends into years, and the irreversible damage inflicted upon the body and mind leaves one imprisoned within a waking nightmare of torment, both physically and mentally.

Isolation morphs into a claustrophobic cell, and the sole means of escape lies in the descent into madness, as the mind twists and distorts itself into a grotesque mockery of its previous existence.

It is within this madness that true genius is unearthed.

“Madness is the result not of uncertainty but of certainty.” – Friedrich Nietzsche

“Isolation is the necessary prelude to genius.” – Robert Greene

“The mind is sharper and keener in seclusion and uninterrupted solitude. Originality thrives in seclusion free of outside influences beating upon us to cripple the creative mind.” – Nikola Tesla