Player #227/256

An Observation made within Sam Spratt's "IX. The Monument Game" - My climb from the river was a challenge, water flows murky with experienced filth. I stand at the shore, naked in shameful vulnerability yet uncaring & at peace with past mistakes. These waters leave streaks of dishonesty and folly over me, though cleanse in the same wake. Peers reach out, unclear whether they seek help or rather company within the miserable bliss of the current. It both pains and humbles me knowing I can't help. I stand here questioning whether I'm the same as I was on the other side.