A piece of paper flows from The Full Cask's rooftop, landing in some forgotten corner of Spire. The text is barely legible and amateurish in execution. It seems like the writer just put anything that came to their mind without much further thought.

And what is it all for

Friends, acquaintances, colleagues

The mask you bear, sweet yet empty word

Yet still, when the night comes dark

And emotions even darker

No one seems to be around

In a city, so bright

The city lamps almost blinding out the stars

Yet only a few lights shine for you

And they flicker

And they don't care

So why were you there

When you knew you would leave

To make me into a forgotten toy

As everyone did before

And everyone will after

That cursed smile

That haunting tune

Those damned eyes

That tormenting laugh

That infernal space you left

Almost as if you never were

And still they plague my mind