The Lost Crown

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Sam Spratt - Masks of Luci

The Lost Crown

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Token StandardERC721

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$2,422

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$104.4

Traits

15

Masked Guest43.1%

2025-02-24 12:20:02.639 -06000.1639%

You have always felt like an alien the witness marionetting your memories in real-time collective chaos churning history thru the wash cycle the cost of living the pain you chase is everywhere the scent of a trauma bond carries us to its essence we seek what we do not have we destroy what we don’t understand Grief & gratitude Feast & famine Illusion & truth My namesake, you are all of these things and more you feel all of it for me, my phantom limb Gave you my nose to keep dynasties waiting inside it0.1639%

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Perception the gift and the curse. We are judged on what we know and we are blinded by what we don’t. naivety redeemed by its tuition This bounty comes at a cost. an eye for an eye a second chance Thank you, Seer.0.1639%

I see your light. I too have been lost in isolation. Lost and gained my voice too many times to count. Know this: your healing is constant even when it’s not evident. You are worthy. You are whole. You are enough. - Your friend, mask neighbor 5830.1639%

They are not “greater men” because they don the mask, they are mired in matter, wrestling with ignorance and unbelief like Gibran. Poet, I see every wrinkle on your face, I hear the echo behind your eyes, stark, bare. You are no mistake. You're the host.0.1639%

My dear uncle. The accident that paralyzed you left a lineage of trauma in its wake. ورثت اسمك ورثت ديونك and it set me free.0.1639%

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