{"name":"Fixer-upper","description":"The depression sits idle, patiently waiting to find more time to breathe. It eats what I eat and thinks what I think, but better. Forever hoping that it leaves me be but terrified it will. Love, friendship and responsibility exist around me…but IT does not know those things.Either I contain it well, or I've made them all liars. I'm sorry.","image":"https://storage.googleapis.com/grails2-artwork/03.png","attributes":[{"trait_type":"Artist","value":"Process Grey"},{"trait_type":"Grail","value":"#03"},{"trait_type":"Season","value":"2"}]}