Extremely white sky. Fog and rain, rejoicing in an eternal dance while descending straight from the ephemeral clouds, turned the whole atmosphere white. A bench in a park surrounded by nothing just buildings and roads - was occupied by a person. Silence - until This One heard the music. Then, they looked up at the sky. The fog dodged the rain as it approached, so the shoal was circled by dryness. But This One wouldn’t move a single inch nor stop defying nature so, at the drop of a hat, the surrounding eyes were being seriously hurt by the thin, damaging drops. At some moment, the pain became too much for the others’ bodies to handle; the eyelids rapidly closed, the head shifted between looking up and down, the eyes widely opened again, almost immediately. This One was barely able to distinguish three grey, tall, hareheaded yet human figures in front of him, gazing at the bench. This One stood up. Doubting their eyes, This One rubbed them harshly after consciously observing those weird characters, realising they had just doubled their number. This allowed confusion to flood This One’s thoughts, to quickly start shouting at the fog, which sharply heard the call and took over the ‘place’. For a while, whiteness - then a click, an irrational desire for something utterly unknown took up root in This One’s self. Sadly, it couldn’t correctly grow - at least, not at that moment. Even though This One’s thoughts were the only water those seeds would ever need, their wind was blurring them. So when This One realised, fear started to govern their movement - fear of the masses, refusal of those strange creatures in front of him. This One stood up, as the massed tripled. This One´s hands were tucked in the coat pockets, as the masses started talking. This One’s heavy breathing, as a consequence of they running away, made the masses go crazy. *** This One made a square pierced by eight straight streets, carefully guarded by a wellshaped marble statue of Van Gogh, into a nine-exit one with its entrance. Along with This One, from each of the other wounds of the square, a single hare-person showed up - the intense red eyes contrasting with the grey color, all gazes focused on an exact point of the ground. This One’s pockets were so full of useless sand that it was falling to the ground, were the feet mistreated the floor by stomping on it hard, until they stumbled one with another. This One fell, but even after that mistake This One was at the exact centre of the place. The masses that had been following This One also entered the field some minutes later, and with them, a constant current of those creatures appeared from all the corners of the square, all walking at the same pace, all wearing the same clothes and colors and eyes and faces, and all approaching the center of the park quite quickly, turning its shape into a perfect circle whose radius permanently decreased. All those creatures were attracted and moving forward towards the center of the square, towards This One and Van Gogh, filling them both with deep terror. That feeling took the liberty of blending with This One’s blood, of controlling both movements and body, of forcing his hand to dig into the ground under them, not being allowed to stop even though his nails were starting to break and bleed, and just a moment before the masses could touch This One’s back, This One found it, held it, placed it in their heads and stood up. Along with the masses, it all - the pressure that This One’s veins were suffering- went away. Not as flawlessly, not as orderly as before, the masses abandoned the place little by little. This One was not sure about what had happened, how much time had gone by, not even where he was. With that empty emotion, This One took a look at what they had portrayed that had provoked such a reaction in all of those creatures - could the masses have just been a product of his mind? Could all of it have just been a dream? And in some way, the mask was the answer for the questions that arose in his mind - the black, hare-like mask, its existence was, in fact, all that he needed to feel sure about.
