In the dim recesses of human interaction, a gentle ember of warmth flickers. A semblance of camaraderie, a soothing attraction. Welcoming embraces hold promises of connection, however fragile. It's a dance of trust, a reflection of shared hopes, yet underneath, an enigmatic truth lies.
Like a mirage in a desert, the reflection shimmers, inviting and beguiling. Surface-level charms dazzle like moonlit ripples on the water's edge. Intentions are concealed, a deceptive masquerade spun with threads of darkness.
A calculated presentation unfolds: a masterpiece of manipulation. Pulled into their orbit, orchestrated by wicked strings. A parade of a seemingly kindred spirit marches ahead, each step an artful manoeuvre. The comfort they offer is a tapestry of deception, woven to entrap the unsuspecting.
In a fleeting instant, a flaw surfaces. An unguarded glimpse behind the curtain. Shadows flutter like pages of a forgotten book, revealing hints of a truer self. But before understanding solidifies, the curtain is hastily drawn, casting doubt on your own senses. Is it a trick of the mind or a glimpse of reality?
Yet, the fractures persist. The mask's edges fray. It's as if the wind has caught the veil, unfurling it like waves upon the water. A raw truth emerges, stark as lightning in the night sky. Beneath the mask lies the monstrous core. -
A chilling realization: the surface beauty belies the depths of darkness within.
Breaking free becomes a necessity, a struggle against an entrapped design. Chains of manipulation crumble as you fall beyond their reach. Freedom arrives like a bitter potion, sweet but laced with a haunting aftertaste. The realization that the monsters walked among us, disguised in human guise.
A lingering dread caresses your thoughts, a spectre of fear woven into your consciousness. A tapestry of deceit. Threads of twisted truth. Entangling your mind. The words once spoken are a dissonant symphony, their echoes reverberating through your thoughts.
As the fog of illusion lifts, the truth emerges like the sun piercing through clouds. The dance you partook in was a sinister waltz, guided by a monster's strings. Alone, you traverse uncharted territory, shadows lengthening as darkness encroaches.
Yet, amid the somber hues of your newfound wisdom, a glimmer of light emerges. Instincts become allies, a beacon through the labyrinth of deceit. In a world where monsters walk disguised, your caution becomes armour, and your survivor's spirit leads the way.
Boba Fett in his “Return of the Jedi” style armor for a quick flashback in “The Book of Boba Fett” Season 1 Episode 2
Eyad Elbitar was in the costume for this shot – more who's who at https://bobafett.club/behindthemask
First of all, the tagger @jesuisici33. They always tag me in things, and it makes me feel warm and fuzzy. The encouraged my first Lone Star (though it was only 200 words).
Next @ramonaflow because WAY back before I even was writing SC, I started looking for some SC content on this (lovingly) hell site, and she followed me. IDK what else to say because but she's a lovely human being.
@fictasticvoyage wrote a work based on my early Halloween fluff, here's a shot out. You're love is as Sweet As Candy Teal pumpkin is part of my erm yearly life, and I don't know if you know what it's like to feel seen?
@apothecarose helped me get through NaNoWriMo. I don't think you know what all of your likes mean to me?
to ditz187, fakingsincerity, indigoinnepal, BehindTheMask, @mallpretzles, @a-noble-dragon, @chelle-68 @statueinthestone for commenting on my first ever fic. I would probably not still be writing after that 1st fic without them.
to @lizzie-bennetdarcy who is amazing artist and work is very inspiring.
I'm defiantly forgetting someone. So to who I'm forgetting, thank you.