I returned to the club tonight, my new haircut catching every gaze under the dim red lights. Some mortals whispered that it suits me better, sleek, sharp, untamed. Others longed for the flowing locks I once bore, as if their memories could hold more power over me than my own will.

As I walked through the haze of smoke and neon, one man dared to draw close, wrapping his arms around me from behind. His voice trembled as he confessed: ‘Goddess, I wish you could reveal all your secrets to me. You are the most beautiful feminine being I have ever known.’

I smiled faintly. They see only what I allow them to see. My true secrets remain veiled, for only the worthy shall ever glimpse beyond the illusion.