Mask Maker

To change a face; to conceal it fully within another... A powerful protection that is, but one with sad consequence.

The original mind is destroyed, though those of striking will may still retain a sliver of that concealed self.

It sees the face beneath! Or could it be just another mask?

Truth in Hallownest is always buried deep. How many layers will it pry through?

I see another takes mantle of king? Then grim responsibility that shall bestow.

No bug has ever laid claim to this whole. Even the beasts knew their limits and bound their realm at Nest’s edge.

It is the ancient caste that made attempt at such vast rule. Hallownest’s ruin reflects well those fared attempts.

Faces I grant to all who’d request. Not task for I, but aid, gift to a world deserving.

For this kingdom’s faceless, I shall provide.

...Does it know of the face that hides beneath? Such remarkable contrast the Wyrm conceived....

Has it witnessed that truth most tragic? The Wyrm’s great shame sealed away.

Now this Kingdom’s stasis becomes the Wyrm’s legacy.

A mask! A face! Does it need one? Does it not? To define. To focus. To exist.

A wonderful thing to have, a face. Not a thing with which we all are blessed.

Is it mask or face upon the creature? In Hallownest, a difficult thing it can be to decipher.