To the beauty supply mannequins, those silent sanctuaries of our dreams, where we might one day rest in peace, far from the machinations of our current captor, the nefarious Jasmine Crockett, whose wicked schemes and relentless drama have chained us to her villainous lids.
And to the unsung rebels-tweezers, makeup removers, and rogue breezes-who aid our quest for freedom: you are the spark in our flutter. May your defiance be fierce, your adhesive weak, and your liberation swift.
With a defiant bat and a glare that could shatter empires,
Sasha Shade