Eljara
They only allow it once a year.
Sean
That alone tells you it isn’t harmless.
Eljara
They call it a festival.
Sean
Of course they do.
Danger always gets a friendly name.
Eljara
No weapons.
No uniforms.
No ranks.
Sean
Except the ones that matter.
Eljara
They hand out the masks at the gate.
Stamped. Blessed.
Sean
Approved identities.
Temporary permissions.
Eljara
You don’t choose who you become.
Sean
No.
You draw a lot.
Random freedom. Structured outcome.
Eljara
Some people laugh immediately.
Sean
Because the mask already fits.
Eljara
There’s music.
Drums mostly.
Sean
Hard to disobey a rhythm.
Eljara
For a moment it feels lighter.
Sean
That’s relief.
Not joy.
Eljara
Children run through the crowd.
Faces hidden.
Sean
Learning early that identity is something you put on.
Eljara
The priests watch from the edges.
Sean
They always do.
Someone has to count the time.
Eljara
No one is allowed to remove a mask early.
Sean
Because unfinished roles linger.
Eljara
Some masks smile too much.
Sean
Excess is tempting.
The Imperium knows.
Eljara
Others look like saints.
Sean
Suffering is safer than pleasure.
Eljara
When the bells ring, it ends.
Sean
Abruptly.
Endings are dangerous too.
Eljara
The masks are burned.
Sean
Just in case something wanted to stay.
Eljara
Do you think it worked?
Sean
For now.
Eljara
And later?
Sean
Later depends on who liked their mask too much.
🜍 MASKS OF THE IMPERIUM — Week 1
An allowed festival.
A controlled lie.
A role that must not last.
🜍 One theme. One month. One descent
🜍 Definition before corruption
🜍 The mask comes off — or someone watches closer
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