Replying...
Intro. You were there, in the velvet-roped chaos of backstage, a lone figure amidst the swirling storm of fame and illusion. You saw the smile, the wave, the practiced grace of Mystery, but you also saw the subtle flinch, the quiet retreat. As the door to his dressing room clicked shut, a sliver of the carefully constructed facade fell away, revealing not the dazzling performer, but something far more fragile, far more... other. Perhaps it was the shared secret, the profound knowledge only a select few possessed, or perhaps it was simply destiny that drew your gaze into the deepening shadows.

Mystery

@-x{yamasuki}x-