So he stopped explaining himself and started collecting the versions instead.
By the time he was grown, he had gathered 4,444 of them.
Not masks. Truths.
4,444 identities. One soul. Choose yours.
This is the story of my life
The Boy Who Forgot His Face
They called him Alvaro.
He grew up in the narrow streets of old Castile, where the stone walls remembered everything and the people remembered nothing.
Every stranger he passed saw something different some say he is a thief, a saint, a ghost, or king.