Fake You, Real Me.

"NEVER take things for granted."

a world where everyone wears a mask, not just for the aesthetic, but to keep... anonymity. "beware all who wander" echo through the minds of crowds making their way through the city of dreams and lights, though with blank expression, and blank emotion. color by now is more of a sensation; a feeling, that you take like a drug; clouds cover the sky in a deep blanket, though all they can see is in black and white. even when online, people use personas instead of their real selves, even if they have their masks on, if anything-- by now, to hide is nothing out of the ordinary.
the dullness is overtaking, but not overwhelming as 'love hits like a drug', or so we can be told; if there's a true other way to feel sensation in a colorblinded world with only a whirl of different hues in grayscale, that's a step anyone would be able to take, including Lucan.

-- Is it possible to open up and see who you really are, no one genuinely remembering what their face looking like to begin with, including yourself; to be able to see what people actually look like... it's basically a fever dream. what is behind the fake emotion we show everyday? we'd be arrested if we even tried to see ourselves, or killed; surveillance cameras are everywhere... but I wonder what it's like to be in a position where I can fully introduce myself and say, "Hey, I'm Lucan Robertson, and I have a face!", ... that'd be so fucking awkward.

I hope you enjoy this extremely-random-almost-dystopian-n-romance story :)
-Ice