Player #88

An Observation made within Sam Spratt's "IX. The Monument Game" - Daughter, You look up to me. Please know that, like you, I am still growing up. Today you made a bid for my attention, but I was lost in charts on a screen. Forgive me. Chaos inhabits us all. I will try to be better. At your core, I see a burning light. The world will attempt to suppress it. Snuff it out. Make it conform. This hurts my heart, because I love you. I take solace in this: It is the sharp and fiery edges of life that forge us and allow us to fulfill our potential. I play for you.