Attendee Type
Masked Guest
Created
2025-02-21 19:56:40.667 -0600
Observation
Tread carefully.
You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.
Is this a gathering of gods, charlatans, demons, men—or savages?
Perhaps all of the above.
Whatever it reveals itself as, this is the heart of virility, ambition, passion, madness, mystery, death, birth, and renewal.
Figuratively and literally.
It pulses, beats, drums, contracts, and expands. It surges forward, insistent and untamed. It copulates, celebrates, and threatens violence to all who stand in its way.
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Response 1
If only one such warranty existed. While the ramble might suggest extension and progression, it is also quite a rumble and if something breaks down out here, you're on your own.
Response 2
“التجاعيد الدقيقة على جبهتها وعلى اركان فمها لا تقول انها شاخت , بل تقول انها نضجت .”
― Tayeb Salih, Season of Migration to the North
Response 3
Always? Perhaps the darkness hides something valuable or kind?
Maybe a frightened soul who went stray and became lost in the darkness?
Possibly some type of treasure?
Even in the darkest of souls the once pure, once unadulterated inner child still remains.
Revision
I submit. I give. I surrender.
In every way you could interpret each verb, I have. Again all interpretations.
I possess.
Again