How must it feel, to have all who look at you scream in terror? To have your very shape be altered by their fears? To never know how you will been seen until their screams echo in your ears?
How would it feel, if you could never see your own true appearance?
Terrifying.
How must if feel, to have all gaze adoringly upon you? To be shifted into whatever form they found most appealing? To never know how they'll react to seeing what they most desire?
Who could you trust, if all saw you only as a coveted desire?
No one.
And what would happen if the one who became the most feared met the one who became the most desired?
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