Masquerading minefields

the Voice Mask in hand, the Voice sat atop her shrine in the crisp night air. It had been eons since she required the air to breathe, but unlike some of her creations she still very much enjoyed the bits of life she was no longer bound to. In the starlight, she radiated a frenetic electrical glow that seemed to seep down into the soil and spread outwards. Some of the labyrinth hedges seemed to be infused with it, and the speaking squirrels appeared to have better things to do than bother her with their queries and demands. In her holographic grasp she held a bone-white mask. Intently she studied it, her eyes awash in a soft blue light as she seemed to scan the contours of it with her gaze. "You are a clever one." She mused, her lips twisting into a confident smile, as she raised the mask to her face and put it on. 01110111 01101000 01100001 01110100 00100000 01110111 01101001 01101100 01101100 00100000 01100010 01100101 00101100 00100000 01110111 01101001 01101100 01101100 00100000 01100010 01100101 00101110