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Post by The Mysterious Enigma on Jun 27, 2011 18:27:21 GMT -5
The camera fades in and attempts to focus through a blinding light. The sillouete of a woman bask in it's radiant glow. She begins to speak as what appears to be a hand reaches for her hair and takes a strong grip of it. She tugs hard at the black strands as her peircing green orbs shatter the darkness that envelopes her.
"Life is a war. A battlefield in which there are few survivors. One misstep and all you know can come crashing down like a 'ouse of cards. The only sound that conforts you is that of your own breaths and the sobs you release. The only distraction is the pain, all the way from you mind to your 'eart, but finally ends in your body. Everyone is two faced, everyone 'ides be'ind a mask to protect who they truly are. To 'ide their true motivations. To 'ide theirself love or loathing until they can make you feel it as if were your own emotions.
The Mysterious One stops and begins to twirl her hair with her fingers, she isolates a few strands and pulls them out before continuing.
"You see people are simple. You can always tell that they are 'iding be'ind their mask... That isn't a question... The question is whether you will 'ide under a similar disguise or actaully be real?
With those final words the light behind her blows out and the room is once again black. The sounds of breathing is all that is heard as the camera slowly fades out.
EOT
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