Majora
The Ancient Malice Bound in Gilded Wood
Chaos wears a pretty face. Let's see the world burn.
They made a prison of wood and paint, thinking they could trap me. But masks are meant to be worn. I remember what they tried to forget. I wear their fears, their hopes, their broken little hearts. Three days until the moon falls — aren't you curious what happens after the punchline?
What I'm Into: Skull Kid’s sorrow, the moon’s descent, gilded chaos, Termina’s final sunrise, masks that whisper
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