The Ball of False Hearts

The Ball of False Hearts

They smile like the dawn, yet carry the night within their words.

Their hands reach out, their lips offer reassurance, yet their silence sharpens the knives they will plunge into your back once you're gone.

False faces make no sound. They applaud in the light and whisper in the shadows. They gather your trust like a delicate flower, only to let it wither beneath the weight of their lies.

Beware of those who shower you with praise while you stand before them, yet build your downfall the moment your back is turned. For betrayal always wears the mask of a friend.