Behind the veil of perception, a revelation dawns. The mask gazes upon us, a twisted observer in this macabre theater. We are but pawns in its eerie game, marionettes dancing to its haunting rhythm. As we leave our thoughts, it devours our essence, an insatiable hunger for the stories we bare. Remember, it's not our eyes that pry, but the mask's grim visage fixated on our essence—a spectral voyeur of our tales.

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