Bard of Frogland

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Token ID · 1 tokens

9832.82107

X · 1 tokens

6551.656371

Y · 1 tokens

2025-02-24 15:40:37.635 -0600

Created · 1 tokens

My mask finally fell off. But in my reflection in the water, I can still see that worn-out mask I’ve once placed on my bare face. Is it possible to remove it without tearing at my face? You're hiding, still judged and you know we’re always honest about our lies. What’s the story behind your mask and tell me, how’s it holding up? Open your eyes wide then let the nights fall, like a heavy curtain settling over the days. My eyelids have become glass, my eyes have learned the darkness

Observation · 1 tokens

I am the bard of Frogland, strumming my first song and a listener has appeared. Allow me to weave your story into a melody.

Revision · 1 tokens

I’m the bard of Frogland! With my hand-carved instrument, let me write you a song. ♪ I’m the age my mother was when she had me, a lone traveler crossing borders, searching for freedom, missing the mother I left behind ♪

Response 1 · 1 tokens

I’m the bard of Frogland! My lute just cracked, but here's a song ♪She was afraid, my love, Since she'd never seen a fruit that didn’t rot. "It took years to reach the Kingdom of the Included. Many fruits, but none is as beautiful as his." This, she sang♪

Response 2 · 1 tokens