The past is not just memories. It is a puzzle....broken, scattered and incomplete. Some pieces look beautiful. Some look harmless. But most of them hide something darker beneath. Every moment, every decision, every secret… is a piece that fits somewhere. But the problem is... not all pieces are meant to be found. Some are buried. Some are hidden. And some are twisted so badly… that even if you find them, you won’t understand them. The deeper you go, the more confusing it becomes Because the past is not straight. It is layered & tangled. Like a web... where one truth is connected to a hundred lies. And the one who weaved it all…was the most dangerous of all....filled with poison, darkness, and silent evil. “Shhhhh…” “It was written in fate… it was destiny.”