They'll never find my precious...🐥
I was there when the Lifeguards started hiding ducks all over campus. I thought it was brilliant. Simple, but brilliant. It forced people to look around, to search, to question what seemed normal. And yet... In the middle of all this playfulness, there was this duck. The real one. The precious one. The silent one. No one touched it. No one asked questions. It was just... there.
A visibly expensive gift, sitting in a corner of the jar, like a decoration you don't understand but leave because you don't dare ask. So I had this stupid thought: "What if I took it, just to see who reacts?" It wasn't against the Lifeguards. Quite the opposite. What they created pushed me to do what I did. Except that I just pushed the concept to the max. It wasn't a game anymore. It was obvious.
If hiding a rubber duck triggers a hunt... Then catching a golden duck had to trigger something much bigger.