SMC's Costume

There once was an actor who, through countless plays rising and falling, never once relinquished the crown of the leading role. As if to prove his unwavering throne, fan service was never forgotten during curtain calls. Yet that composure, too, was merely a mask as fragile as sugar glass. Whenever someone sent a script foretelling the future, dread would crash over the actor-the fear of being nothing more than a marionette dancing to another’s written words… Was this resistance against that fate? The actor swept open a cape and cried out lines that appeared in no script. So what if it’s a prophecy of death? I’ll simply shatter it! The era of fated discord is no more!