An Observation made within Sam Spratt's "IX. The Monument Game" - While the world around me blurs, my reflection sharpens.
A clear picture of neglect, of bonds weakened and trust eroded. It's evident now, the ways I've failed as a son, a sibling, and a confidant.
Richard, what led you astray?
Time racing by, or poor choices in weak moments?
The longer I stare the more the vividness turns to regret.
Dreams of atonement flicker, a faint solace as the binds of my past actions tighten around my resolve.
Is there hope beyond this closing act?
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