Mask

There was a mask.

It was an indestructible mask that gave ultimate beauty to the wearer. It was created by a skillful girl who was unhappy with her appearance.

When she put it on, she stood with the new-found confidence of a goddess. But it twisted not only her outside, it changed her on the inside.

She became spiteful and egotistical, and she never took off the mask. Why would she do that when she was happy where she was?

Only when her death came did the mask come off. It was passed down through the generations, family members falling prey to the curse.

And now it has made its way into my hands. But this time, I know all of its true effects.

Yet I'm still tempted to try it on.