The reformed mask.
Weaker than before.
My skin itches,
Scratching at it, i find something underneath.
Scales.
I ache, it hurts.
What is it?
I smash my mask against the scales.
Hopefully, it will grant me some relief.
Why do i feel a growing rift within my heart?
The only thing left.
Is to build a new mask.
And don it...until the time comes.