ObservationFor as long as you can remember, you’ve guided others, giving until the line between sacrifice and self-loss has blurred. They took and took, leaving you hollow—except for the mask. Weathered, cracked, and shaped by duty, it remains when all else is gone. Not a disguise, but proof of what you’ve given, of what they could never take. You wear it not to hide but to endure. Let them take what they will—this, they cannot.0.1639%
