sombre

pansy eclipsed

4:01 PM — friday september 10th

the faces are all veiled, shrouded in layers of thin, ghostly fabric that flutter like shadows in the dim light. i reach out, fingers trembling, to lift the veil, but it slips away, elusive, as if it has a life of its own. beneath the veil is something darker, something i can’t quite grasp. i see eyes peering out, cold and distant, but their gaze is vacant, hollow.

i try to speak, but my voice is swallowed by the layers of silk and shadow. everyone i meet wears a mask, a thin disguise that hides their true face, their true self. i am surrounded by these faceless people, their expressions unreadable, their intentions obscured. i reach out to touch them, to pull back the veil, but they evade me, slipping through my fingers like smoke.

the deception is everywhere, clinging to their faces like a second skin. every attempt to uncover the truth only leads to more layers, more masks. i thought i could trust them, that beneath the veils was something real, something genuine. but each time i pull back a veil, i find another one beneath it, more intricate, more tangled. the truth is a maze, a labyrinth with no exit.

i begin to doubt everything. if everyone wears a mask, what does that say about me? am i wearing a mask too, hiding behind a façade that even i don’t recognize? the more i search, the more lost i become. i see my own reflection in the veils, and it’s not my face staring back at me, but a stranger’s, someone i don’t know, don’t understand.

i want to scream, to rip away the veils, to see the truth in its raw form. but the veils tighten around me, a noose of deception that pulls me deeper into the darkness. i am trapped in a world of illusions, where every truth is a lie and every face is a mask. i am caught in the web of my own making, struggling to escape, but the more i fight, the more entangled i become.

i am lost in this sea of faceless, veiled figures, drowning in the layers of their deceit. i am suffocating under the weight of their masks, and my own, too. the world is a maze of falsehoods, and i am at its heart, unable to find my way out. i question everything, everyone, even myself. who am i in this sea of masks? what is real, and what is just another layer of deception?

the veils press down on me, crushing, smothering. i am surrounded by lies, trapped in a world where nothing is as it seems, where every attempt to uncover the truth only leads to more darkness. and i am left here, in the cold, suffocating embrace of deceit, lost, alone, and broken.