The Armory Opening

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Token ID · 1 tokens

7608.17233

X · 1 tokens

4410.21012

Y · 1 tokens

2025-02-24 16:43:56.783 -0600

Created · 1 tokens

Drifting through this boundlessness, this madness of our making Your mask- a physical object My mask- you, the pretenders Pretenders you might be, i hide behind you.. watching, judging, waiting For what? that remains to be seen Aren't we all just trying to remain consequential? So who's the real pretender? Feeling the armor wearing thin Feeling the sting of time bearing down Heavy shield down Here I am Rising from my apathy, lest I cease to be Embracing you all in the making of our own madness

Observation · 1 tokens

it's not who we are underneath... but what we do that defines us

Response 1 · 1 tokens

confessing this to a bunch of strangers in a jungle might give you the sense of ease and comfort. the only way to access true freedom is to take this mask off, and admit face to face. if not, it will continue to get heavier and take days off of your life.

Response 3 · 1 tokens

The moment knocking at my door Startling me from my Wanton slumber Mitigate my ruin Calling myself to arms and order

Revision · 1 tokens