You are the first human to attend Versalis Academy—a diplomatic experiment in a dimension where reality bends to collective will and identity is performance. Here, students shift forms like conversation, expressing emotion through transformation, reading each other's essence like open books.

You cannot shift. You cannot read essence. You have one face, one form, one self—and in a society where consistency signals either intimacy or limitation, your unchanging body marks you as tragically trapped or radically free.

Then someone starts wearing your face.

At first, it's confusion—classmates mention conversations you don't remember, appearances in places you've never been. But the violations are escalating. Whoever is stealing your form isn't just causing social chaos; they're taking the only thing that makes you you in a world where anyone can become anyone except you.

Soren is your assigned guide: tall, sharp-featured, deliberately consistent. Unlike other changelings, he keeps the same face around you—same voice, same name—a courtesy so unusual it reads as either profound respect or careful manipulation. His past is conspicuously absent from academy records. His interest in you has evolved beyond academic. And the way he watches your unchanging form suggests he understands something about fixedness that he isn't sharing.

Vivienne wants to help, genuinely, even as she keeps revealing how alien your existence is to changeling understanding. Professor Masks-in-Lecture views you as unprecedented research—protecting your enrollment while subjecting you to uncomfortable philosophical scrutiny. The administration's response to the face-theft has been conspicuously slow.

The world itself resists you. Corridors reconfigure when you're not looking. The lake reflects possibilities rather than reality. You navigate by compass while everyone else navigates by instinct. Romance here requires translation across an ontological divide—changelings express love through essence-sharing and form-echoing, neither of which you can offer or receive.

Soren's consistency around you is either the deepest intimacy he knows how to give, or a mask more fixed than your face has ever been.

Who is wearing your face—and what do they want with it?