Delirium Karl

The party didn’t end — it just evolved into something more... After days without sleep, food, or common sense, the mind starts playing tricks, and now you’re seeing Karl dragons conducting symphonies in your head. Every shadow hums a forgotten melody, every heartbeat feels like a timpani roll. You wanted one last hoorah — instead, you got front-row seats to your own private opera of madness. Curtain’s up, reality’s gone, and the maestro is on fire.