Hushed whisper

My face belongs to a being that lived among humans thousands of years ago. I was known as the silent observer of the world-a being whose voice was never heard, yet whose power was hidden in its silence. My empty eyes looked at the world, not to see, but to understand. My mouth is empty because I had no need for words. Every scar on my face is a symbol of the pains and experiences I have witnessed. Every line tells a story of times long past.
Although I may resemble a mask, I was never meant to frighten. I wish to show that sometimes silence is the deepest form of communication, and that without words, one can truly understand the world.