Mask sat in silence and darkness. The never ending silence and darkness that he had grown accustomed to had long lost its weight on his mind. Time held no place in his mind anymore and all hope was lost. Mask had accepted the ill fate of solitude and had found his solace with it. His own mind became his playground and he walked the fine lines of insanity as he joyously shifted, molded, and sculpted his own adventures in his mind.
Another day in darkness. Mask had come to find it humorous how he constantly lived in the shadows, hidden from the light wishing it was all but gone. Now all he could ask for was a glimmer or a hint of light to forge the shadows he loved. It had been who knows how long since Mask had opened his eyes, there was no point since without light there was nothing to look past.
Today though, today was different. A feeling swept across and felt throughout. Could it be a shimmer of light? Mask opened his eyes slowly, then shut them quickly. The burn, the pain, the new light. It had arrived, but where did it come from? Who had brought it?
Mask spoke with a surge that echoed through the prison he had been locked it, a call to those who had brought the new light to the Shadow Temples.
"You who have come unknowingly into my prison, seek me out and find me and you shall be rewarded with the secrets of the power of the Shadow Realms"
Mask sat back down and patiently awaited for those to arrive in his chambers.
