“Complexity wears more than one mask.”
It’s easy to believe that once the veil is lifted, the story is done. The mask removed, the lie exposed, the end. But the truth is crueler, more complex. One veil rarely hides alone. Pull it back and another waits, patient, layered, almost mocking in its persistence.
Every revelation comes with its own sting. Relief mixes with dread: relief that one falsehood has been seen, dread that it might not be the last. The dance is endless. Shadows step forward, only to retreat behind new curtains.
Healing doesn’t mean tearing them all down in one reckless rush. Healing is learning to see the veil for what it is, to acknowledge its existence without letting it choke you. To know that deception thrives in layers, and each one you face makes you less blind than before.
Still, the temptation is real: to rip them all away, to demand full truth at any cost. But truth has its own pace. And sometimes the slow unraveling is the only way to survive it.
But what if cutting the thread isn’t enough? What if another hand waits in the dark, with a another surprise before dawn?
SONSHINE FOR YOU 