The colors deepen. Emotions surge. You are raw, vulnerable to the extreme. But stepping back, you find the strength to tear off the mask. Without it, you feel disembodied—unfamiliar. You rip away your habitual "Face" in a true ritual of liberation, confession, collapse. This is the soul’s scream! A moment of truth—brutal, yet honest! Your choice! Your eyes fill with blood… from what you see, or so others may see… The display case is shattered. It no longer exists. I’ve given you my mask. I don’t need it anymore. I am who I am—eyes full of pain, hands full of strength. [This work includes some digital archive: what was behind the scenes, some source material and more moments.]