I wish you did, but you don't know the person behind the penguin's mask, you just know what lies in the crystal-cut layer, and I wish I could tell you his story, and I bet he wishes that too, but I have no right, you see, I'm just a mask. And it is not that it is a horrendous story of treachery and despair the one of his, it's just a story with the right amount of sorrow and suffering to produce a person with a right level of flaws and wounds to be functional. But his story is that which will remain untold, because it is the story of the mask making, the craft work of generation, ancient traditions of that which the little boy only new, masks.

And that is the reason why he can't tell hi story, the same reason he has to come up with explanations, stories and faces. Because in all his life the only way he has known of surviving are masks, customs, mimetization. And it could be called hiding, but in the clan of the Greywolf, none is raised to be a coward. And it could be called deciving, which would be more accurate, but it's purpose is not that of fooling others, it's just not to terrify with what's between that thin layer of reality and fiction. Because when you deal with the penguin, you can't separate facts from fiction, for sometimes they're the same.



[Is it a wolf with a penguin's mask or
a penguin with a wolf's mask?]
By I'm the penguin