"Our life is a journey
through winter and night
we search for our way
in a sky without light..."
The old stories tell of the Mask of Lies, that entraps its wearer as certainly as it entraps everything around it. The worst lies of all are the ones we tell ourselves.
Disclaimer: This is less a fanfiction and more a piece of experimental psychology. Don't expect to enjoy it; it is not designed to be enjoyable. It also does not necessarily have any connection to anything. I'm only uploading it here for posterity.







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