Masquerading minefields

"More clever than you by far." Few had looked at Ludo through the eyes of its own mask. In fact, this tiny godling might even have been the first. But that was the nature of existence - there would always be an abundance of firsts, no matter how many times the wheel turned. It stood on bare feet upon one of the larger obsidian stones in the circle, a thin youth all in monochrome. Whether male or female was impossible to tell, its ink dark hair ruffled, black eyes bottomless, face pale and angular. It wore the rags of its usual shape, and its fingers and toes were blackened - frostbitten, almost. When it exhaled, the air clouded before its mouth like mist, though the night was balmy. "Look too hard and you might fall in," it warned. LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own