I always felt like maybe I was two.
For a long time, I wondered if that meant something was wrong with me.
I thought maybe I was crazy to wear a mask.
But deep down… that mask protected me.
I shifted. I shaped myself. I molded into what I thought others wanted to see.
Pieces of me chipped away — glued back together by societal ridicule.
Words became hammers.
Each one carving. Splitting.
Until I stood divided.
The soft-spoken presence who hid in the light.
And the darker persona who wanted to entrance them all.
Night and day.
Playing their roles like characters in the stories I created.
But as time moved forward… I began to notice something.
The lines blurred.
Little by little — like a thousand tiny jigsaw pieces —
I began putting myself back together.
Not as one side.
Not as the other.
But as something whole.
A new silhouette.
A phoenix rising from its own ashes.
A rebirth, if you will.
And every new beginning starts with an introduction.
Henceforth… I am Solas Eclipse.
In certain spaces, I will maintain my previous form. (IRIAM)
But in most places, you will see me as I am now.
Not divided.
Not masked.
Just complete.
I hope you’ll walk with me into what comes next.
— Solas Eclipse
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The fruits of labor come from seeds sown by thoughts,
roots searching for a place to come home,
ready to drink from the river of comfort.
Even with me stripped like bark around,
the flesh underneath remains hard as wood,
but soft as paper.
Watching as my branches grow out,
despite raised higher.
The apples don't fall far from the tree.