We wear masks not to conceal but to unveil a deeper truth: Our identities may be but layers of pretence, each mask a threshold, not a wall.

Sometimes, we dread the face beneath—yet what if that face is itself a mask, crafted from habit, fear, and the chains of society’s expectations?
In the silent gaze of the darkened mirror, the question persists: Who are we when the masks slip, and who are we when we choose them? 🎭
Thus spoke Thorpe Brown