A triolet for the prompt "Who am I without my mask?"
Entailed in a spiritual, chaotic race, My soul scouts and squirms behind my tranquil veil. Who am I without my mask? The mirror shows my face Entailed in a spiritual, chaotic race. I know I must leap into the unknown and embrace The alignment with faith to follow the mystic trail. Entailed in a spiritual, chaotic race, My soul scouts and squirms behind my tranquil veil.
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