Observation
Who are you? Concealed behind the umbra of your mask, you are a stranger. Every dent, crack, and splinter are reminiscent of my complexion. Crevasses unveil a chronicle of triumph and self-subjugation. The aperture of your mask reveals a gaze teeming with both radiance and trepidation—an amalgamation of Ra and Apep. The trailing path, enveloped in shadow, hints that illumination radiates from the horizon. Damnation or Ataraxia: the choice is yours to bear. Untether your mask. Who are you? I am liberated.