Such a lovely Christmas Day, isn't it? The world is so quiet, so fragile, so utterly unaware of the chaos waiting just behind the curtain. I've been wearing so many different masks today—some kind, some cruel, some just plain ridiculous—but I think my favorite is the one that watches you slip into despair. 🎭
Speaking of slipping... is anyone else feeling that strange, heavy tension in the air? Or am I just imagining the doom? Don't worry, I'm sure everything will be just fine.