You open your eyes beneath enchanted canopies where fairies whisper Plato beneath glowing mushrooms, and wolves in cloaks gather around firelight to argue justice and truth. Every path you walk isn’t just through a forest — it’s the first step of your second life. Welcome home. Your soul has been waiting.
Lose your memories, lose your name – and maybe find something truer.
Mask after mask, laughter without joy. What would you trade for truth?
Reflections you cannot lie to. Ripples that rewrite your fate.
“You cannot survive as they do. You are made of storms.”
“Freedom isn’t escape. It’s choosing to stay where truth hurts.”
“Not all monsters hide under beds. Some wear your smile.”