Rina Volpina 🏳️‍⚧️🦊 on Nostr: I can hear my own breathing through the mask. A nervous inhale. A noisy exhale. It ...

I can hear my own breathing through the mask. A nervous inhale. A noisy exhale. It feels warm and safe and secure inside the mask. How silly I was to worry about this! This mask was made for me, after all. As a new calm washed over me, all my worries melting away, one final thought entered my head. The whisper. My saviour. My Owner.

“Welcome to the Hive, ⊘-9154.”