She’d worn the mask for a festival. It was a beautiful piece, with bright paint and lapis lazuli eyes, and she’d felt like a goddess wearing it. But when the festival was over, she hung it on the wall and returned to her everyday life.
It was a few days before the mask spoke to her with the goddess’s voice. The goddess doled out blessing and duties to the woman, who was unsure of herself, but dared not refuse the calling.
She danced on the temple steps and took off her mask, but the goddess was not finished wearing her.

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