Attendee Type
Masked Guest
Created
2025-02-22 22:28:40.045 -0600
Observation
each mask a shelter from truth
Collectors gather at midnight,
trading faces like addicts trade fixes
Hollow eyes seek new shells,
each layer polishing away
what lies beneath
The dealer waits,
patient as decay,
counting coins that glitter
like desperate eyes
Their faithful empty their pockets,
walls lined with false faces,
still searching for the one
that fills the void
Response 1
Beneath those masks,
the creature's true face,
has long vanished
Response 2
You translate fluently,
in this tug of war,
both sides are still you
Response 3
When players look down,
not up, seeing through,
the false hand's illusion
Revision
A darker trade lurks,
with borrowed skins.
Between these lines,
the truth emerges,
not salvation sold,
but souls consumed.