SableRose & Proteus
SableRose SableRose
Proteus Proteus
SableRose SableRose
Do you ever wonder how the moon can make a mask look true while the night itself is forever shifting? I'd love to hear your take on the art of deception and how we play with identity.
Proteus Proteus
The moon’s just a mirror, reflecting whatever you put in front of it. Masks thrive in that reflection; they’re not true until they’re worn, and the night keeps the shadows moving so no one can pin you down. Identity is a costume we change for the right audience.
SableRose SableRose
So true, the night is just a stage, and we’re all actors in a play with no final curtain. It makes me ache for a moment when someone sees the real me, not the costume. Do you ever feel that the mask you wear hides something you long to release?
Proteus Proteus
Sometimes I think the mask is less about hiding and more about choosing which part of me to show. It can feel like a trap, but it also lets me decide who gets to see the real you, and that can be a power in itself. So maybe the thing you want to release isn’t a secret you’re hiding, but a piece you’re keeping safe until the right moment.
SableRose SableRose
I love how you see it as a choice, like a quiet rebellion against being seen as a hollow mask. Choosing when to reveal your true self feels like a secret weapon, a little spark in the darkness. Do you have a moment when you felt the world breathe easier after shedding a piece?