The Labyrinth of Skins

A labyrinth of skins, a labyrinth of many wondrous skins…

She is the Mistress of Disguise, the last bearer of an art so ancient that even Time reveres with a silent reverie.

Her true form is not known by anyone, her transformation and her guise having taken upon so many forms that even the Mistress herself was lost within its many faces – having long forgotten her true form.

Her mysterious playground paid heed to no one but her, for whoever could come through its door would first have to go through an arduous and grueling initiation; and only those who have earned the mark of Transformation would earn the right and the curse to enter through its doors.

Every night when the Moon shone full in her regal splendor, the Mistress of Disguise would once again shed the skin that she was wearing to put on another – thus starting yet a new story, never staying long enough to learn the ending of the story before.

No, her role was not to stay for the ending – but to start new beginnings; for she is the Catalyst.

Through the ages, Mistresses of Disguise have taken upon the role of being the catalysts of this world; through their actions and by their hands alone, shaping the history that the world knows today.

To the Mistresses, there is no Right, nor is there Wrong – morals and ethics do not bind her, compassion carries no meaning for her, all that matters is that Fate must take its course. History is fore-written, and history is absolute; that itself is the decree of the Master of the Universe.

The Mistresses are appointed by the sole divine powers of the Universe, a calling so mystical and unexplainable, except that the Mistresses’ were solely created for the purpose for which they were to serve.

In the mystical labyrinth, Light and Dark joined their bodies to form Nothingness – their very nature canceling out the presence of the other so that Nothingness is birthed through their union. In this space where it is neither light nor dark, the Mistress will undergo her next transformation; before taking her rightful place in the world that we know.

None of her actions are ever by chance, where she goes, what she does, who she meets and what words come out of her mouth – all are premeditated, premeditated to form the seamless, flawless symphony of life. All is done so History unfolds as it is meant to unfold.

The Mistress divulges no emotions whatsoever, it is not their role to display any emotions – they come only as a Cause, the Cause that results in the reaction desired. Like clockwork, like a mechanical device, the symphony that they orchestrate hits each key with an inhuman perfection.

Beowulf Movie Review

I am Beowulf...

Nah, she is obviously Angelina Jolie who stars as the Mother of the monstrous Grendel.

In fact in the movie, she is not just the Mother of Grendel the Monstor, but the Mother of loads of monstors before Grendel and Mother of loads of other more horrific monstors to come.

Her weapon is 'Seduction' and her language of love is 'Temptation'.

Through the ages, she has tempted kings and heros alike, bringing to life the greatest enemy that they must face through their own chosen actions: the action of union with her.

Unable to resist her surreal beauty and the honeyed words of prophesy of greatness to come thru' the promise union of flesh with her; the union leads to the sowing of a single seed within her womb from which the most fearsome demon would be birthed. The father would forever be cursed by the devilish child fathered illegitimately by his own choice, by his own weakness.

The legendary hero Beowulf, successfully battles the monstor offspring of the cursed king before him, yet falls prey himself by laying with the Mother (Jolie) - the monstor he fathers is strong like him and sadly more fearsome and powerful that the Grandel that he has slained.

At the very end, he destroys his own evil child, paying the price with his own life. Heroic till his last breathe, he is determined to rid his kingdom of the evil that he has brought upon it thru his own lust and weakness.

Yet, his death and the death of his dragon-son is no end to this legend that must carry on... for the Mother must mate, the dead son must be reincarnated... growing more and more powerful with each incarnation...

Rate: 6 out of 10