Notes
don your masks. the world's a stage and we're the players. we're revelers in flamboyant costumes with false fronts and petty pretenses that we can wear like armor. our masks are gold and black and they hide the secrets within our eyes and seal the windows into our souls.
we're warm red and gold, with dimmed lights and swirling scenes.
we're a modern masquarade.
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