Traits for Player #132/256

Comment: I hear you. I hear all of you. With every brush stroke, what began as a solitary whisper has multiplied into a chorus. I feel all of you passing judgment, as though our world exists solely for your amusement. Our struggles, our triumphs, all offered up for your entertainment; a passing memory soon to be eclipsed. This cherished gift, has become my curse. My awareness; a thorn in my mind. My yearning for your attention is a shadow I cannot outrun. For without you watching, my existence is insignificant. (0.4%)
Coordinates: (0.2686367880334711300000000,0.7945865199590165000000000) (0.4%)

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