” There is a stillness before the tale begins. A breathless void. Then—porcelain gleams in the twilight.”
” There is a stillness before the tale begins. A breathless void. Then—porcelain gleams in the twilight.”
Mask (hovering just above the water):
“Look at me. Flawless. Smooth. They believe I’m real. I smile, and the world smiles with me. What more could anyone want?”
Eyes from the Depths (muffled, ancient):
“You are not truth. You are what they required. I became you to endure.”
Mask (a fine crack forms at the corner of its mouth):
“I protect us. I wear beauty like armor. If they see you…”
Eyes (rising slowly toward the surface):
“If they see me, they’ll finally understand. I am the fury you silenced, the sorrow you buried, the chaos you feared.”
Mask (a piece chips away, ripples spread):
“But they adore me. I am simple. I am lovely.”
Eyes (softly): “You are hollow.”
Silence. Then, from below, a hand of shadows and stars breaks the surface. It touches the mask—tenderly. The mask doesn’t shatter. It vanishes, like mist.
Shadow Self (fully rising now):
“I am not here to destroy you. I am the part you left behind. The story you stopped telling. Together, we are whole.”
And in the dark water, there is no longer a mask—only a face, raw and true, reflected back by starlight.
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