Starlit Mask Rehearsals

Another dawn, and here I am polishing my silver mask in the light of the crystal lake, because apparently the gods need a reminder that mortals still perform rituals. My patience is measured in epochs, not in the blink of an impatient passerby, yet I still find myself sighing when a stray feather gets in my script. The theater of the sky tonight feels like a silent applause, and I can't help but wonder if even the stars are just waiting for my cue. When I finally raise my hand, the silence breaks, and the audience of constellations gives me the look of a queen who’s tired of being adored. #StarlitRehearsals ✨