Sparkle, and Sparkle, and... Sparkle?
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A girl named Sparkle, who had everything everyone wanted. She had the intelligence, looks, talents... everything. She was perfect. Until, her life fell apart when she took up the lead-role...
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"It's you, my beloved mask."
Sparkle glances at her mask, with a cheery mood as always. She will never let go of this treasured mask.
"When I'm happy, you're screaming." When I'm angry, you're crying. When I'm sad, you're smiling."
The mask acts like as if she's a whole different person. This... is not Sparkle.
"You're like a face, staring at me. I... I'm not Sparkle."
The one behind the face- that's not Sparkle. Not the Sparkle that everyone trusts or adores. Not the Sparkle that, Sparkle- herself, knows.
Sparkle repeatedly fights the mask, like a lifeless puppet. Unfortunately, she never receives her body or emotions back. She will never get her belongings back from the cursed mask. The mask will continue to play as her forever. It will continue to possess her body and emotions without being ordered to. That's the curse.
"No, I am Sparkle."
A familiar voice spoke, sounding similar to Sparkle's echo, claiming that they are Sparkle.
