The storm fell away and I did not notice till I saw the masque being played. Every passer-by I cross paths with has chosen the same mask for their face. With different people in a different place, I find the same play. None play it as nice as the villagers. They can not, their eyes see my unfiltered face.
I know that look and now I know it is fear. It was prettied up with a smile when I was dressed in flesh. But it is the same look the only look I have ever seen on another’s face. I see now there is no masque being played. What species of monster am I, that not even my pretty flesh could hide what I am a way?