Once, the mask was flawless, a perfect construct of expectations and roles, worn by those seeking acceptance in a world of rigid normalcy.
But as the stars watched, silent and eternal, the mask began to crack. Its surface, no longer able to contain the weight of falsehoods, split open to reveal the vast expanse of the universe within.
Each fracture whispers a truth: in the face of infinity, the roles we play mean nothing. The mask teaches us that authenticity is not a weakness but a liberation. A way to live fully in the brief moment we are given beneath the stars.