Attendee Type
Masked Player
Created
2025-02-21 18:03:27.359 -0600
Observation
I stand at the heart of the revelry, yet unseen.
A mask shields my face, but it cannot hide the weight I bear.
In my arms, the remnants of a past, a wound time refuses to close.
Is it a burden? A secret? A truth too heavy to name?
The world moves on, wild and unchained.
Yet I remain still, a shadow within the masquerade.
If they saw what I carry, would they turn away?
Or have I already disappeared beneath the mask?
Response 1
Ah, yes. The great tragedy of oat-scented rot and hibachi-born enlightenment. I, too, have known the agony of nostrils drinking what should not be sipped.
Response 2
Happiness is loud. Grief whispers until it is heard. They celebrate now, unaware of what waits ahead.
I should be happy for them... but how can I, when I know the silence that follows the laughter?
Response 3
In case of an investigation by any federal entity or similar, I do not have any involvement with this group or with the people in it, I do not know how I am here, probably added by a third party, I do not support any actions by the member of this group.
Revision
In the shadows I arrived, and in the shadows I will remain... I envy the transparency I have observed
