Untethered, the faceless one soars toward his goal.
Across the lake of stars he floats, as if only a marionette.
Time cannot keep the man with no face. He has nothing but black night inside.
Do not look into the eyes of the faceless one. Don’t go near that empty space; breathe not that icy air.
Do not listen to the faceless man’s voice. It is like birds and will flutter away.
The one who is not there cannot be held; he transforms and unbinds.
Reflected in his mask are our hands, pushing him away, but he cannot be stopped.