WHEN NOBODY WANTS TO SEE THE OTHER FACE June · The Summer King · Week 2
“It’s prettier this side.”
Mara turns the mask toward the sunlight.
Flowers.
Gold.
Tiny carved suns.
The face of summer.
The face everyone loves.
The festival fills the village below.
Music.
Laughter.
Flower crowns.
Bonfires waiting for sunset.
Everything feels alive.
Everything feels right.
“I like this side.”
Chibi nods.
“So does everyone else.”
Mara smiles.
Then slowly turns the mask over.
Her smile fades.
The other side is different.
Cracked wood.
Roots.
Worm holes.
Age.
Decay.
The face looks older than the festival.
Older than the village.
Older than summer itself.
“Why would anyone make it like this?”
The music continues below.
Happy.
Carefree.
Completely unconcerned.
Chibi watches the crowd.
Then shrugs.
“Maybe they were honest.”
Silence.
The answer feels strange.
Mara looks back toward the celebration.
Flower crowns.
Lanterns.
Dancing.
Nobody decorates a festival with drought.
Nobody hangs banners about hunger.
Nobody sings songs about bad harvests.
People celebrate the beautiful face.
Because that is the face they need.
“Then why keep the ugly one?”
For a moment Chibi says nothing.
The festival cheers below.
Another song begins.
The whole village moves together.
Then he finally answers:
“Because somebody has to remember.”
Silence.
The words feel heavier than the mask itself.
Mara studies both faces.
The flowers.
The worms.
The crown.
The rot.
One story.
Two truths.
Far below, a farmer stands quietly at the edge of the celebration.
Not dancing.
Not singing.
Just watching.
Like someone who remembers something everyone else has forgotten.
“Does he know?”
Chibi follows her gaze.
Then nods.
“Probably.”
“Know what?”
The summer wind moves through the grass.
The mask rests between them.
One face turned toward the sky.
One face turned toward the earth.
And Chibi answers softly:
“The beautiful face only survives because the other one exists.”
Silence.
The festival continues.
The music continues.
The flowers shine brighter than ever.
But now Mara can see both faces.
And once you’ve seen both—
summer never looks quite the same again.
Because beneath every feast,
beneath every crown,
beneath every perfect summer evening—
something waits patiently.
Not evil.
Not cruel.
Simply true.
The roots feed the flowers.
The dead feed the living.
And every beautiful season carries a face
most people would rather forget.
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Game: Pulp Cthulhu: By Gaslight
Campaign: Mythveil Chronicles
Theme: June · The Summer King · The Mask
If you remember what this felt like —
you already know what you’re missing.
Step back into it.
Or keep missing it.
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Want to go deeper?
Then don’t stop at the surface.
The full stories.
The dossiers.
The forgotten face behind every celebration.
The old truths hidden beneath every flower crown.
The things summer remembers when people do not.
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