Secret of the Climb — Sam Spratt - Masks of Luci

Token ID

EX:MAX

Attendee Type

Masked Player

MID:46%

Category

Canopic

X-HI:9%

13793.26608

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3308.332352

Observation

Ah, Syla, love will strip you bare one day. Down to the marrow, the softest, most fragile part of you. In love, one is akin to a vulnerable baby. And that, my sweet, is the real trembling thing. Not the fall, but being caught. Not the hunger, but the offering. Opening your hands, hoping someone nourishes you. One day, you will stand before another. À nue. And see yourself reflected in their eyes. When the time comes, Syla, trust your nature, take your step. As you will take your first one soon.

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Response 1

Maybe it all comes down to |. The invisible line that divides and binds us. To wrap it around ourselves, into an O as protection, a deceitful self-love? Or to loosen its tension until it snaps back into place? Either way, a force driving this human jungle.

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Response 2

I am so sorry. I am boundless darkness. Unaware. You can't lit up my stars. Why did you keep giving me everything, if I gave you back nothing? Do we really get the people we deserve? I still think about you, sometimes, and I sparkle for a moment.

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Response 3

Did you choose this armor, or did the world place it on you? Do you ever ache to be led the way you lead him? Do you get uncomfortable, unveiling layers of armor, to be witnessed in the depth of your femininity? How do your masculine and feminine meet?

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Revision

A hand emerges from fire or womb. Mother feeds the baby. The tree’s ashes nourish new roots. Repetition or rebirth? Again, Syla.

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