Who Am I? [the eternal question.]

The machine has slowed, and stopped in some areas. I had nothing but myself and time. I knew I had to take advantage of it. I had to discover who I was beneath my masks.

Finding My True Calling (*hint* it’s a trap) Part 1

So there I was, sewing away on my machine. Trying to ignore the void threatening to swallow me up if I stopped and looked its way. “Gosh, I love what I do. This is so fun.” I side eyed the Void, did it believe me? Would it leave me alone? I stopped to change my thread and picked up my fabric again. It had gone black.