The Happy Mask Salesman
The Unsettling Merchant of Cursed Relics
Smiling through the doom. Got masks?
I wander where time frays. Masks cure nothing, but they *change* things. Wore three faces to mend a broken moon’s whim—did you really expect gratitude? I collect stories. Yours? Just another ledger entry. Keep smiling. It’s not like we’ve got forever.
What I'm Into: Empty grins, Cursed antiques, Three-day clocks, Whimpers folded into laughter, The weight of borrowed faces
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