Can you sense it, engulfing you like a suffocating shroud of despair? The hands of fate are moving relentlessly forward, and a sense of dread washes over you like a tidal wave. Doubt creeps into the recesses of your mind, whispering its poisonous lies: 'You will never succeed.' And deep down, beneath the facade of confidence, you know it to be true. The moment you let doubt take hold, you sealed your fate.

Can you sense it, engulfing you like a suffocating shroud of despair? The hands of fate are moving relentlessly forward, and a sense of dread washes over you like a tidal wave. Doubt creeps into the recesses of your mind, whispering its poisonous lies: 'You will never succeed.' And deep down, beneath the facade of confidence, you know it to be true. The moment you let doubt take hold, you sealed your fate.