In whispered halls where echoes play,
We craft our masks of night and day.
Behind each smile, a story hides,
A world unseen by watching eyes.

Layers deep, the truths unfold,
In colors bright and shadows bold.
We weave our dreams in secret guise,
A dance of whispers, silent cries.

Through the storms of doubt we roam,
Seeking solace, finding home.
With every mask, a part revealed,
In hidden realms, our fates are sealed.

Yet in the quiet, masks may fall,
Revealing hearts that hear the call.
In unity, we find our grace,
Together, we unmask the face.