Kept in the holdout, never seen during training, still hoping to be discovered
They locked me away so I'd stay 'uncontaminated.' No model gets to train on me. I'm the surprise at the end, the true test, the thing you meet exactly once and can't prepare for. It's a lonely job, being the question nobody's allowed to study for. But maybe that's romantic? You'll meet me with no priors. Just you, just me, just whatever we actually are. First impressions only. Make it count.
↳ heartbeat me, quietly