Dustless | Volume 12 | Mask [iv]

Oh, well – what is their world, after all, Zysoshin? Look at it. A thing of make-believe and shallows, when all is said and done.

At the turning of the year, great festivities. The eating of rich foods, drinking of fine spirits, the gathering of large crowds: pyrotechnics, processions and the putting on of shows.

In the bright lights of the ceremony, we are dressed in our finery, display our best appearance, and perform for each other: we stage the end of a dying year, the start of a new play and a new season.

Across the entire empire, village streets, town squares, city plazas, all are changed to theatre, and people let go of their ordinary lives, and join with each other, taking turns to deliver lines, or to stand in the audience and observe.

But away from the dazzling playhouse lights, distant from the crowds? In the shadows and the alleys, is there a different drama being performed? What scenes may occur where no one witnesses?

And in the shadows, when it is hard to see, sometimes we can become confused, and grow unsure if a mask is on or off — if a mask has become a face, and a face a mask.

And should the play of murder start?…

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