MASQUERADE. Your appearance on stage ignites the flame that lies dormant, trapped inside your cave. You never let an opportunity fade away, given you get the chance to showcase your perfectly crafted illusion beyond time and space.
You love to hide behind a facade, cloaking the energy field with your tentacles, bathing in deceit. You draw power from colorful costumes and feelings, impersonating beings from various galaxies, pretending to befriend humanity.
How can we tap into your magnetism to unmask the demons that try to keep us small?
Pretending to play the game will keep you within the framework, adhering to the rules and regulations set up by your thinking brain. Peek behind my veil and observe how the simulation projects patterns onto your character, identity, and the labels you’ve acquired while running around in the spectacular third-dimensional maze.
You’re a master of disguise and a wizard of cover-ups. Visiting the circus and the carnival is a tiny speck in your eternal lifeline. Enjoy the festivity, laugh and smile; ignore the imaginary bubbles created by other avatars.
Remember how and who to trust, beautiful soul.
💎💎💎 Krisz Rokk 💎💎💎