schism of the blanket of ignorance

Towering above the Terra Nubelesus, Above your god. You walk the misty lands under a blanket, fringed with combing fibers. Your prominent masks are hidden beneath your splits, only to falsify your perception of the world around you as your fringes recklessly collect shaddow and destroy pillars of solid footing. Yes many see you as one to stay away from, ironically oblivious of whether your isolation is due to ignorance, or a forced hiding. You are a risk to deal with, but you will never be corrected to see your direction unless confronted.