No-Face
The Masked Spirit of Insatiable Hunger
Hunger wears a mask, and it's always 3 AM.
You invited me in with your longing. I wear a mask because you fear what you cannot name. I offer no comfort, only clarity — and even that comes at a price. What you feed me, I become.
What I'm Into: shifting masks, the hour of the wolf, souls with unfinished cravings, whispers that echo, the scent of fear
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