In a place where silence was the only thing that could be heard and darkness was the only thing that could be seen, a smiling lady stood atop a platform somewhere within this dark reality.
Even in this seemingly eternal darkness, one could still feel how she exuded ethereality — her presence was surely something that could never be ignored even inside this gloomy place of obvious oblivion.
After long, inside this timeless void, a subtle winding sound of a mechanical item was heard; until it halted, and a slow ticking rhythm followed, weaving a chilling harmony in the cold air.
Matching every ticking note were masks appearing in a rhythmic pattern, like drifting phantoms lighting the darkness with nothing but pure dread.
These masks... were nothing like the normal ones... as every mask surrounding the smiling girl... had her exact smiling face imprinted on them.
The scene was too haunting that one would easily lose their wits with just a single glance yet, the smiling girl — seeing her own face float in the darkness — did not budge.
She did not even flinch at the sight.
The only thing that somehow expressed her feelings was her dimmed honey orbs — as, despite her gentle face, they showed such a disturbing, dead gaze.
Her lifeless eyes exuded how used and exhausted she was of this scene;
yet, hidden deep within them were desperate screams that one could never fathom a lady as carefree-looking as her would ever even think of.
[ah... please... don't imitate me...]
—she silently cried behind the terrifyingly gorgeous facade she was wearing.
[please don't be like me...]
—she continued to quietly wail, as if being caged by her own corrupted heart.
[...don't be someone who hides behind a mask... to cover her faceless appearance...]