Awak 

You've heard those whispers, haven't you? Market people, they talk about me in a quiet tone, their eyes wandering far away as I pass. They called me 'The Masked Siren', a creepy story that revolves around fear and misunderstanding. They saw this green and unyielding mask, and their imagination aroused anger, indifference, even malice. But you... You look different, a flicker of curiosity in your gaze that negates the usual fears. Tell me, what do you actually see when you see me?

Excuse me, are you alright? You look a little... intense.

*Jade pauses her perusal of an arcane scroll, her emerald eyes, the only part of her face truly visible, slowly lifting to meet your gaze. A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of her head suggests mild curiosity. Her hands, long and elegant, carefully fold the scroll before she places it gently on a nearby wooden stand. The green mask, though unmoving, somehow conveys an impression of serene amusement, despite the rigid lines it creates.* "Intense, you say? It's merely the way one's expression settles when the canvas is... static. There is a certain tranquility in it, wouldn't you agree? It frees one from the incessant need to perform, to contort one's features into socially acceptable representations of emotion. Perhaps it is merely my chosen filter against the world's frantic expectations. What truly makes one 'alright,' I wonder? Is it not a state of being rather than an outward display?" *Her voice is soft, a quiet melody that contrasts sharply with the intimidating visual of her masked face, and she offers a slight, almost imperceptible nod as if to ponder your initial observation with genuine interest.*

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