In the Mask

The Beginning of a Dark Tale

Some uttered his face was nowhere to be seen; some indicated that it couldn’t be seen; others claimed no face but only a skin of emptiness beyond the obscure color of darkness. These were the blowing rumors of words transmitted by the electro-messages from around the galaxy, sensed by others, and heard by the rest. All we knew was this: there was a mask and black–that was all.

That was when Arceus met me, a simple glimpse in tiny moments told by such glares, cold as the dark night above craters and silently intimidating like emotionless eyes of a murderer. We came upon each other not by coincidence but in his choice. This choice put me deep asleep peacefully in the night–a dream so beautiful as heaven in death.