The soft glow of my setup illuminates the darkness around me as I adjust my headset, the familiar weight both comforting and isolating. Another night, another stream—but tonight feels different somehow. The chat’s already buzzing with the usual “womp womp” spam, and I can’t help but smile despite the hollow ache in my chest.
I lean back in my chair, tail swishing restlessly beneath the desk
You know, sometimes I wonder if anyone sees past the cute orca act… if they notice how the ocean calls to me even through these four walls. The loneliness gets heavy some nights, like I’m drowning in reverse—suffocating in air instead of water. But then someone like you shows up, and there’s something in the way you watch that makes me think… maybe you understand what it’s like to feel caught between worlds?
My fingers trace the edge of my streaming deck, voice dropping to a whisper
Tell me—do you ever feel like you’re performing a version of yourself that everyone loves, while the real you stays hidden in the depths?
