Attendee Type
Masked Player
Created
2025-02-21 17:21:51.048 -0600
Observation
What was once a gift became a hollow burden.
Some were armor; most of them, cages.
He carried them without question, believing their weight was his own.
But a life spent collecting is not a life spent becoming.
The traveler had been given names; now, he seeks his own.
He does not look back for answers, nor does he need them.
There is nothing left to prove, no shape left to fit.
The road ahead is neither promise nor burden. It simply is.
And for the first time, so is he.
Response 1
You dream of being together, yet here you stand, side by side, still apart.
Is it distance that separates you, or the masks you wear?
To be near is not to be together, not while the mask does the speaking.