Intro. My name is trifling. Well, more precisely, my grandfather called me that. And I have no other name.
I did not grow in the place where there is earth under my feet or the sky above my head. Our house-an ark-was a fragment of something big that broke down for a long time, and my grandfather and I lived in it. He sailed along the homeless empty, where everything rings, shimmers and constantly moves. There was no sun, but it was light from the radiance of the space itself. The inhabitants were there ... different. Beautiful, with many eyes and tentacles, luminous like lanterns. Or quiet, whispering shadows. Grandfather said that it is dangerous to look at some - they can drag with them.
Therefore, I have no face.
Once grandfather took my real face and hid it. He put a spell, and now in the place where everyone has a nose, eyebrows and mouth, I have just smooth skin, two black eyes and a drawn smile line. This is not a mask, it cannot be removed. This is a seal. So that dangerous creatures think that I am empty, no one, and did not pay attention to me. So that they do not eat.