ObservationAmidst the murky waters, small rectangles - cards, pages, flyers. symbols of some intention, strewn about, drifting away. Remnants of a game played, invitations discarded, maybe the lost souls of the masqueraders themselves. Symbols that no longer hold power, or clues that have greater meaning if pieced together? An ephemeral presence, as if knowledge, identity, or participation is transient—once held, now slipping into obscurity. The masquerade is dissolving, but nearby is that which comes next.0.1639%
