Underneath unstained peripheries exists a cold hidden world, a realm tarnished by failure sitting all but forgotten. Hopes and dreams lie abandoned like bones of castles unfinished, mere remnants of what could have been. Masks worn, changed, and discarded, now litter the inner landscape, concealed under a pure white veneer. This seemingly pristine coat thinly veils until tested by the light. Introspection burns holes through brittle layers, letting the truth’s terrifying rays reach the depths of the mess within. Peering through these windows of the soul, at last illuminated in verities glow reveals what truly lies beneath the surface.