Attendee Type
Masked Player
Created
2025-02-24 15:46:53.989 -0600
Observation
The masks have fused to their faces. Their laughter echoes without meaning. And their hands grasp at anything that will dull the emptiness. But I still carry this hollow, lifeless weight. It was once real, once warm. My cerebrum whispers that it’s already gone, that I should cast it into the mud and join them. But if I do…then I surrender what little is left of me. So I cling to it, feeling the decay seep into my skin and my soul peel away.
Response 1
The wise one sits among us
Response 2
Valar Morghulis
Response 3
it will all soon be unraveled
Revision
This was my child, my tether to the light, the last flicker of something real. Now, the Mask's madness too loud to overcome.
