My head feels... woozy.. Images flash before my eyes in some kind of ironic theatre play in which the protagonist looks nothing like me.. but at the same time is eerily similar. Who am I, truly? Even what I know remember of my present self is hazy and blurred, as time passes between closed eyes and closed doors I lose pieces of myself with it.. Is what I remember relating to actually anything about me? Or is it like a cape I've donned, my... Masquerade...? A/N: Hey guys this awesome cover was made by my biological twin @YukiArtsa. Check her out on fanfiction.net - but be forewarned... She's a yaoi fan... *cue thunder & drama*