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Everyone's broken. |
the Blind Mime stands, a eulogy to his broken creation, waiting for the world to stare at his satire. The show he performs is counterfeit...Fake. Faces have but one lie, a front; objects have but one trick, a purpose. Charming charisma has been his only saving grace. Oh, what a bittersweet redemption it has been! The show he performs has no truth...Mockery. Faces have but a front, their singular lie; objects have but a purpose, their singular trick. In the land of the artificial, the Blind Mime performs the only reality. In the land of the apocryphal, the Blind Mime is king. the One-Eyed Man sits, a eulogy to his freakish creation, pondering at the world through his greek tragedy. The world he sees is two-dimensional...Flat. Faces have but one side, a front; objects have but one side, a purpose. Crystal clarity has been his only saving grace. Oh, what a bittersweet redemption it has been! The world he sees has no depth...Shallow. Faces have but a front, their singular side; objects have but a purpose, their singular side. In the land of the blind, the One-Eyed Man sees what no one else can. In the land of the blinded, the One-Eyed Man is king. |