Attendee Type
Masked Guest
Created
2025-02-24 16:50:56.038 -0600
Observation
Dearest Kora,
I feel the hum of ancient breath beneath my feet. Their drums have grown louder, summoning the old powers from deep in the earth. My spirit quakes in awe and dread. I can scarcely see the sky through the wreathed limbs overhead, yet I know the sun still burns beyond this shroud. Remember my laughter by the fire, and the warmth we shared on our last night beneath the waxing moon.
My blood, soon to spill, shall water the land. My heart, soon to be torn from my breast, shall feed the old gods.
Response 1
Today's so-called gamblers are the ones with vision. Every movement looks irrational at the start, but history favors those who see beyond the present. Those who mock us now will one day chase what we’ve already claimed.
Response 2
Pathetic. While the world ascends, you rot in your own indulgence. I may perish, but at least I face fate with purpose. You are just stumbling toward oblivion, drunk and useless. Wake up or be forgotten by your loved ones and beyond.
Response 3
I see you. I have felt that pull too, searching for belonging, for meaning in the in-between. I have died, left parts of myself behind, yet something of me lingers. If we are both here, maybe the mud was always meant to bloom. From the ashes with love <3
Revision
This is my gift. Not for you, but for me. I have no more breath to give these words, I did not sense I would let go so soon.
