The Three faces are the only ones left, the others were taken away and sold. No longer will the impression of others affect me, no longer will they oppress me. I am free from their mockery, their judgment, and their silent presence. I can look around myself and find only the space of where they used to be. Blissful silence and peace.
I await my next move but suddenly I am not sure, uncertainty creeps up at me. I call out for them, I even scream but no answer since no one is there. I am alone in my empty void, so I turn to my workspace once more, I sit, and I get to work.
I no longer want to be alone