There once lived a boy with no name. Ever since he was born people used to refer to him by different names, some people called him by some names without even noticing, some people never referred to him by any name, they just used some pronouns without noticing. Sometimes the boy named himself for the sake of convenience. None of those names were his. none of those names described him. On the other side of the town lived another boy far away in a vast house, mostly alone, accompanied only by a lonely servant. This boy never came outside, never had any friends, and never showed his face to anybody. The boy lived with a mask, always glued to his face. And even though the mask was strikingly beautiful it left the boy faceless.
The two boys grew and soon reached adulthood. One grew up to be nameless and another faceless. One never learned his name and the other never saw his own face. Both boys grew up alone. One boy was lonely because he didn't know who he was so he wasn't able to be purely himself in front of others, and the other- because people couldn't understand him, since he was too afraid of the truth behind his mask. That is how both boys learned to hate the world - they never felt a part of it.
Time went by and brought changes to their lives. The nameless boy lost his mother, his only caretaker, and had to learn to fend for himself. And the faceless boy had to leave his home, move to the city, and, day by day, be surrounded by people.
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