“You can never take it off again once you put it on.”
I knew the words were true as he said them, and I looked down at the inside of the mask, past the eye holes, towards the floor. The porcelain was cold in my hands, smooth in my fingers.
“The time has come that I have a face again, a form beyond this shadow.”
He nodded to me, and with those words, I lifted the white mask to my eyes. I touched my face, my new face, felt its immovable perfection.
“Now I am again; I am once more.”
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